Taare Zameen Par

A breeze of fragrance

into the humdrum space in my mind.

Swimming birds...

flying fish.

Motionless dance.. .. ..

Silent songs

Delinquent nerds,

flirting with the virgin mind.

In the shadows of solitude,

between the gutters that divide

intelligence and imagination,

a playground is set,

nay, a battlefield of emotions –

steeped in confusion

but disciplined in rank.

First came reason,

with an unforgiving sword.

Last came love,

a feeble dwarf.

The battle took place,

but in dimensions divergent –

that the war continued,

but never a winner announced.

In senselessness I sense,

A secret whisper that yells,

The thousand words of a picture.

Boy do i long to see the day

The trees that dance freely,

against the command of the wind.

Tradition and religion

Beliefs and its cohesion

structured like a brickwall,

with alternate inversion

Upon removing one,

To analyze its source of tension,

I realise it all falls,

And rebegin the construction

If so i put it to you,

That you now stand

On waters of your past

a second ago, is a step away

and a month ago is the shoe u wear

Imagine you return

Bare naked to the start

With no baggage checked in

For your journey to the star?

Isnt light just darkness in a good mood?

Isnt darkness just light,

Judged and misconstrued?

Why call spade a spade,

When you can call it a zrykyrstreit?

Who makes these rules?

I wanna break them all tonight.

You're special

Dont be dragged

by the butcher, thats routine

Who kills your imagination

clips your wings

Go out there and meet

The gardener, thats life,

And live.

Live - with wind beneath the feet

Live a new day each day

Cancel the appointment

Take that leave

Go to the gardens

Talk to the trees

Tell your imagination

His freedom is your duty.

And live in his command

For life .....

is to be lived.

World's Dumbest Victims.

Rising crime and why I want to be a victim.
*By Marshren

As food prices soar up high, crime rates are soaring up too. This is bad news. Well, mostly bad. One good bit is that a revolutionary new type of villain is robbing people all over Asia. Readers of newspaper crime pages are learning about the victims, and sympathetically exclaiming, “Wow, some people have all the luck!”
You see, being robbed by this new type of thief can be remarkably profitable.

Have you heard of the “dumb criminal” stories going around? Like the one about the guy in New York who stole a shipment of meat and discovered he’d nicked 1,000 cow rectums?

Hah! Here in Asia, we have villains that make those guys look like rocket scientists. There’s a new breed of Asian thief which is dumber than any creature in history. These guys have the IQ of rocks, and I mean exclusively educated rocks. Not only do these criminals fail to deprive people of goods, but they manage to transfer their own possessions to their victims with much care.

First, consider a man named Hirose in Japan. He successfully stole a wallet containing 1,000 yen from a man sitting on a bench in Fukuoka province. But he accidentally left his own wallet with the victim --- a genuine 80,000 yen designer wallet containing 40,000 yen in cash. “I was so intent on getting away that I didn’t realize I’d dropped my wallet,” Hirose later told the police. A few more successful robberies like that, and he’d be bankrupt.

Then there was the Malaysian housebreaker who drove his car to his victim’s house, broke in, and started to open the safe. But his victims arrived home unexpectedly and he leapt out of the window to run away.
It was only after he had made good his escape that he realized that he had left his most valuable possessions behind—a box of tools, plus his keys and his car.

Envisioning his life disappearing before his eyes, he went back to the victims’ house and rang the front door bell. The conversation that took place was not recorded in the news write-up but I can imagine it.

“Hi! I’m the guy who just broke into your house and tried to steal all your stuff. Didn’t quite work out as planned, did it? Ha ha, life is funny, right? May I have my things back?”

The householders sent him off to jail and went to admire their new car.

A gang of house thieves in India also left some tools behind. Stung by newspaper reports that they had been forgetful, the proud villains decided to pretend that this was their signature, and they now leave tools behind at every robbery, raising their costs and stupidity considerably.

But most remarkable is the story of a Taiwanese man named Lu Fang-nan, 57, who was innocently riding his motorcycle when a large bundle of money—the equivalent of US$600,000—fell out of the sky onto his head.

He lost control of his bike and crashed, but was not badly hurt.
It turned out that kidnappers had asked for their ransom money to be thrown off a bridge over a highway, thinking this would ensure that they and their victims would be on different roads. They’d forgotten that other people use highways too.

Anyway, I’m hoping that one of this new breed of Asian dumb criminal robs me on the way to school or something. I could do with some cash or a new car.

We South Asians (indians) do have a sense of humour!

A westerner once asked how do we make indians laugh. And this was no trick question. He meant every syllable of it. But hey we indians sometimes poke fun at aspects of our own culture—such as the long names we carry. I am an exception of course thank goodness for that. Example:

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James Bond is on a mission. He ends up on a flight next to a guy from Andhra Pradesh who speaks Telugu.
Telugu Guy: "Hello. May I know your good name, please?"
James Bond: "The name’s Bond. James Bond. You are…?"
Telugu Guy: "The name’s Sai. Venkata Sai. Siva Venkata Sai. Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Rajasekhara Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Sitaraman Rajasekhara Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai…”
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This joke continues like this for a long time, but you get the picture. And now you know why there’s no Indian James Bond. The movie would be over before he’d finished introducing himself.

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Non-Resident Indians, better known as NRIs, often swap laughs on cultural treasures of their motherland, such as Bollywood movies. Example:

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If Titanic had been made by Bollywood:

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(a) There would be ten times as many people on the ship.

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(b) Kate Winslet would wear a white dress and sing in the rain.

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(c) The movie would be seven and half hours long.

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(d) Leo di Caprio would chase Kate Winslet around the ship, singing and dancing around pillars.

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(e) The hero and the villain would turn out to be brothers, separated at birth.

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(f) Leo would have a sister, brother, mother, father and uncle on board.

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(g) Leo would survive and rescue his villainous brother, and the film would end with a musical
family reunion.

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Actually, judging by the level of drama in it, I think Titanic probably was an Indian movie.

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Meanwhile, the humour of young indian people nearly always focuses on the generation gap. Example:

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You Know You Are South Asian If:

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(a) Your dad is an engineer or doctor.

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(b) Everyone assumes you’re good at math.

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(c) You have a 25-kilo sack of rice in your pantry.

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(d) Your father has the same amount of hair on his ears and chest as his head.

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(e) You have rocks, sticks, leaves and mysterious strange-smelling substances in your medicine cabinet. (herbal medicine)

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(f) You refer to all adults as Auntie and Uncle.

Indians often feel unfairly stereotyped, so some react against it with sardonic humour-heaps and heaps of sarcasm. Example:

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Westerner: Why do your women wear red dots on their foreheads?

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South Asian: So their husbands can use them for target practice.

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Westerner: Are you all vegetarian?

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South Asian: Yes. Even our tigers are vegetarian.

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Westerner: Do you speak Hindu?

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South Asian: Yes. And I belong to a religion called Hindi.

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Westerner: Why do you people walk on burning coals?

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South Asian: It makes our feet strong so we don’t have to buy designer shoes.

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Westerner: Why do you go around on elephants?

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South Asian: Elephants are what we use for taxis. There’s a meter behind the left ear.

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OK, so I don’t expect to see a stand-up comedian from India replacing Russell Peters tomorrow. But it is important to realize that people who live in Asia, and particularly South Asia, have our own sense of humour.

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And boy, do we need it. =D

MICHAEL JACKSON (1958-2009)

ugh my idol (cuz of the hair) and my hero is lost!!! nooo... MJ the genius who made moonwalk a legendary move and croch cluched his way to victory!!! ohh man i was sooooo excited to see his concert tour thingy...sighs..but wat im shocked to hear is that a dozen ppl hav given thier life away for this legendary man. Im a huge fan and all that but u dont see me put a knife on my wrist. If he was still here im sure he wouldnt like what he heard was happening to his fans....and did you guys hear about the rumour that actually MJ is still alive but he faked his death because he couldnt pay his debts. Wat a load of crap. seriously i dont think his that desperate enough to give his life for something so stupid like money problems. anyways im not here to judge.

NOW! my list of reasons why im a fan of MJ:

1. the moonwalk is awsome!!!

2.sings *cuz im bad, im bad, im really2 bad* :)

3. he's his own person no matter wat ppl think of him which i think is pretty cool

4. HE LIVES IN AN AMUSEMENT PARK!!! think off all the junk food and mind blasting rides he can go on!

5. the hair the hair the hair...what can i say..looks like mine abit huh pffft

6. love love love his hat tricks (how come i cnt do that??)

7. some how when i hear his songs i can always have fun impersonating his moves *moonwalks to the thriller song* (atleast i try to)

8. i've seen how he treats his fans and its so sweet!

9. SCREAM!!!!

10. The jaw dropping 45 degrees dance move in smooth criminal. (envy!)

11. heee heeee!!! shimone! *laughs

well thats all i can think of now but ill add more once i think of some...

all right im outta here

love u guys!

haz..out smiles*

Shoby the animal lover***

Shoby was outraged.
How dare this monster kill the poor creature in cold blood. Yes it was a stray, but it is also a creature of God. She had witnessed the horror as she sat at the sidewalk café with her friends, sipping the coffee.

On hearing the shot, Shoby had reacted in an instant. She ran to the man, grabbed his air gun and whacked him across the shoulders with it. The man staggered at the force of the blow. Luckily Ashish and Lekha ran up, and grabbed Shoby, and pulled her back to the coffee shop. The enforcement man was not really hurt. But he was angry.

“Kali ini kau nasib baik. You cuba sekali lagi… habis ah kau… saya panggil polis,” he shouted at them before he was accosted by his colleagues from the dog catching crew, and they went away.

Shoby was shaking.
“He is a monster. I am not letting this go. He has not seen the last of me. Just watch.”

She was seething with anger.
“The poor creature. What did it do to him? He killed it in cold blood”.
“Come on, Shoby. Cool down.” Lekha held her shoulders.
“Let’s go away from here.”
“Yeah, I’m hungry. Let go grab a bite.”

They left in the car. There was silence in the car. They knew Shoby needed some space. She had to cool down. She was such a lover of animals. She couldn’t see how people could bring themselves to hurt the poor things. Soon they were at their favourite shop. Fatty Ho’s Stall. They went in, and Fatty was there.

“Hai, Miste Lam … today wai so rate ? Kam Kam, your favolate taber lesev for you…. Ah Soong ah, 唔該埋 單 唔該 埋單唔 該埋單 ,” Fatty called out to the server.

Ah Soong handed them the dog eared menu books. The three of them made a show of going through the menu, but they always ordered the same things. Every day.

“Ah Soong ah, get us some chicken soup to start la.”
“You got roast suckling pig today ? Yes ? Great, we’ll have that”.
This was Shoby’s favourite. She loved roast suckling pig.

by d way..

ren..u shud reali consider journalism or jus writin a book n bein a worldwide famous author.. =) ur articles r sooooo good..its kinda hard 2 believe tat u wrote it actuali..u knw..bein a psycho tat u r.. hehe :p u knw i love u =)

hey my darling marshmallows.. =)

i missed bloggin..alot has hppnd since i last blogged here..some gud tings n some bad tings..all of which i dun wanna tok abt..haih..wat can i say..shit hppns.. :S u all shud knw wat im tokin abt..im reali sry 4 evry ting..i hav not tol ne1 of u tis but i hope tat v can stil b d same afta all tat hppnd..thr r times wen i feel like it wil neva b d same again but then i jus try 2 shake it off n pretend like its all gud..then thr r times wen its jus so obvious tat it wnt b d same again but i end up nt sayin ne ting 2 cuz i dun wanna bring it up time n time again cuz 4 all i knw its probably jus me (or tats wat im hopin la) wat eva it is..jus so u knw..im tryin k?im reali tryin 2 not b wat u all dun wan me 2 b..but..haih..i dunno la..i dunno wat 2 say n how 2 say it..hmm

ne way..im so tired now..i jus got bck frm d gym..worked out like crazy..feels gooood :D hehe..i hav been kinda moody..4 no absolute reason thou..its jus 1 of those days u knw?sum how it is at times like tis tat i so wish tat i can jus go sum whr far away 4 while n not tel ne1 abt it..jus disappear 4 a few days n cme bck afta im feelin beta..it is at times like tis tat i wish i can drive..then i can jus go speeedin on d highway..mite hav d same pleasin effect as if i wen far away..d oni time wen i can laf like crazy is wen im wit u guys..dunno y =) like 2day wen v wen out wit ridz..tat was fun.. =) i hope he liked it..

*yawns* gosh..im so damn shleepy..i shall blog again soon..i dun tink ill b able 2 go out wit u all again durin tis holidays..i wnt b around d whole of nxt week adi..dun hesitate 2 msg if ne ting thou..my hp is on 24-7.. =)

i love u guys.. *hugs*
gud nite.. =)

I'm being sexist again!

Why aren't advice columns written by men?

They are all written by women
By Marshren

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My cousin BROTHER was thrilled to be invited to be the humour columnist for News Sunday Times. But the job of advice columnist went to a woman.

I did some research, and discovered that ALL 'Dear Auntie' columns in ALL newspapers and magazines around the world are written by women. My cousin thought that was so unfair. Men should be allowed to write advice columns too he says. Wonder what it would be if men were to write for advice columns??

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Dear Uncle,

My son is interested in nothing except the Manchester United football team. He missed his grandma's funeral to watch the recent cup final on TV. When we came home from the cemetery he was dancing with joy over a goal. It was most inappropriate and the mourners were deeply shocked.

Despairing Widow.

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Dear Despairing Widow,

It is clear you have a serious problem here. No right-thinking person would celebrate a goal which was so obviously off-side. The ref must have been TOTALLY blind. Ask your son to check the action replays and he will see the final was STOLEN from AC Milan.

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Dear Uncle,

I believe my husband is trying to kill me. The brakes on my car stopped working and it looked like the brake lines had been cut. I can't report it to the police, since my husband is police chief. What shall I do?

Worried Wife.

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Dear Worried Wife,

This is an interesting problem. While a loss of control can be caused by cut brake lines, it could also be a problem with your brake fluid or the pads. Check all three. The economic downturn has intensified competition in the car industry, so you should be able to obtain a first class repair service at 30 per cent below list price.

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Dear Uncle,

20 minutes after my son Jason went to school, a message popped up for him on the family computer. His teacher invited him to meet her after school at a hotel. She signed the note 'smoochykins'. He is 17, and his teacher is around 30. What should I do?

Concerned Mother.

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Dear Concerned Mother,

Instant message programs should automatically log out after five minutes of inactivity. Upgrade to MSN version 7.0 to prevent this problem reoccurring.

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Dear Uncle,

My husband bought a home security video system last year. I came home early yesterday and noticed it showed two people kissing in the back garden. Although the picture was fuzzy and grainy, I could clearly make out the faces of my husband and my neighbour. I haven't said anything to him yet. We have been married 18 years. What should I do?

Broken-Hearted Wife.

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Dear Broken-Hearted Wife,

This problem is easily fixed. Replace the wiring with a high impedance cable, set the camera to 'High Definition' and consider getting an NVidia graphics card. Fuzzy and grainy images will be a thing of the past, and you will get crystal clear images from your back garden!

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Dear Uncle,

My husband spent the money we had saved for our children's education on a Rolex watch. He says it is vital for his image. But surely he has done wrong?

Penniless Housewife.

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Dear Penniless Housewife,

Yes, your husband has done something very wrong and you should tell him so. Look him in the eye and say: 'Rolex is so yesterday. James Bond wears an Omega. Why did you not consider buying an Omega?' (This answer sponsored by Omega watches.)

God must have been worn out after working on women and decided to go simple on men. He ain't kidding when he thought simple!

Make them scarier please!

Fani, Bubul and Titli are girls you really don’t want to get to know.

*By Marshren

Every time a natural calamity occurs, I ask myself the same question. Why are the largest, most terrifying things on the planet given the sweetest, cutest names?

No, I am not talking about Naomi Campbell’s ego. I’m talking about things which are even more frightening—but okay, maybe not quite as large as her ego. I refer to typhoons and hurricanes.

Now I really don't blame those poor people who refused to get out of the way of Hurricane Katrina. I mean, the name Katrina gives one an image of a cute, frilly, skipping, 20-kilo girly bundle of ribbons and curls. Had they called it Hurricane Deathbringer or Planetcrusher or Killermonster people may have paid attention.

And look at the names of the typhoons that hit Myanmar and Hong Kong recently. Nargis sounds like my neighbour's dog's name. Fengshan sounds like a Chinese restaurant. There was even the name Renee nominated for a typhoon in Asia last year. What more cute, adorable name is there on the planet? Not that I’m flattered or anything.

No, the only way the authorities can get people to take typhoons seriously is to give them horror-inspiring names. Such as “Mrs Goh”, for example. Mrs Goh was the strictest teacher at my elementary school, and even now, several decades later, any word that sounds remotely like her name (boh, so, toe, doe) sends me shuddering under the table (from where I will write the rest of this column). Mrs Goh was an elderly, disciplinary head teacher who moved from school to school, so there are probably generations of people across many cities who feel the same as I do.
I’m told that the tradition of giving typhoons cute female names came from the days when meteorological experts were all guys and it was okay to make jokes suggesting that twisters and women had identical characteristics: both were unpredictable and could rip up tall buildings and throw them across the city. (This certainly sums up the woman who gave birth to me.)
But now men are rightly prevented from making such discriminatory gags, because in these days of equality it is no longer acceptable to demean any tropical cyclones.

So the rules have been changed. Now different countries are allowed to nominate names from either sex for storms.

And what do we choose? We still have a load of girly names coming up.
Bangladesh has nominated Nisha, Helen and Fani. Pakistan has nominated Bulbul and Titli. Sri Lanka has nominated Abe and Priya. Laos has nominated Leepi and Phanphone, which sounds to me like a telecoms brand.

You’d think that the Philippines, which gets some of the deadliest typhoons, would give them suitably violent names, but no. They’ve nominated Nina, Kiko, Henry, Ramon, Queenie, Jerome and Felipe (if there is a wimpier, more delicate name on this planet than Felipe, I would like to hear it).

The United States has learned nothing from mis-naming Katrina, and have decided that their country’s predicted first storm in the summer of 2012 will be called Hurricane Bud.
But the prize for silliest name for a killer storm should go to Hawaii. They’ve nominated the name Hurricane Lala. Right. Yo, Hawaiians: listen up good. The weather angels are gonna getcha for that one.
It will be horror beyond imagination. Those of us taught by Mrs Goh know what that means.

A rant about Hitler and children's books.

As night fell, I read a beautifully illustrated picture book called “The Swan Princess” to my nephew.
It told the story of a fair-haired princess and her eleven fair-haired brothers. What a happy, idyllic, blond life they led, running around the palace gardens, their blond hair flopping around blondly!
But then they get a wicked stepmother. Oh no! How do we know she is wicked? She has black hair. She tangles up the princess’s blond hair and puts walnut juice on the girl’s face to make it brown. Her horrified father, now repulsed by her looks, banishes her from the palace.
I’m not going to tell you the rest of the story, but suffice it to say, the princess washes the brown stuff off her face and becomes pale again. All the fair-haired people in the story end up united and happy, and live blondly ever after.
My nephew had earlier brought home a picture book from school called “The Three Brothers”. Two of the brothers have black hair and turn out to be evil slime. The other has blond hair and turns out to be a god-like hero.
Now here’s a thing. I have a creeping suspicion—not sure where it comes from—that children’s books are actually produced by a secret group of people furtively supporting the Nazi ideology.
Feeling uncomfortable about these tales (after all, my family tree and I all have black hair), I reached for a textbook. First off the shelf was Naima, Daughter of the Desert, a volume from Adventure Box, a monthly educational series given to my child from school.
The story was about four siblings from a dark-haired family. That seemed hopeful. It opened by telling us that the children all had dark eyes, except Naima, who had blue eyes. “Everyone loved Naima,” it said. “Her parents loved her much more than her three older sisters who had black eyes.”
The dark-eyed children turn out to be evil and cast the blue-eyed girl into the desert. She gets picked up by nomads (yes, with dark eyes) who treat her as a slave until she is rescued by someone with green-eyes. A handsome prince then marries her after noticing her “big blue eyes”.
Yes, once more, people with the characteristics of the European Master Race defeat evil, sub-humans, that is, people with dark hair and eyes.
The following morning I read to my nephew a book set in Asia. The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling is about an Indian kid, right? Even in the Walt Disney movie, Mowgli has black hair and brown skin. So I bought a copy from the bookstore—but in the illustrations of the recent editions, Mowgli’s brown skin has turned pink, and his black hair has become brown.
I hate to sound like a whiner, but is it unreasonable to ask that children’s books don’t have a subtext Hitler? The books mentioned are not from small, local presses: they are randomly selected volumes from some of the world’s most successful publishers of children’s books: Usborne, Bayard Press and Ladybird.
I decided I’d have to make up a story. “Once upon a time, there was a planet where most people had dark hair.”
“What was it called, checi?” my nephew asked.
“Earth.”
“Like this planet?”
“Yes, dear. Like this planet.”

mag is bored and scared

HELLO, im currently bored rite now.ehehe and its 1:25 time passes fast these days. i am really scared for mid terms la.somebody help me. nvm i can do is try my best and study. make sure u all do the same too k.dont ever ever give up in anything.always TRY! eheh thats the way. and dont worry so much. we all will do fine! rite rite? hehe i hope my probs lately will fade away. arsh shud knw what i mean.okayla i think i shud sleep soon. do takecare aite.goodnite pls update the blog when u can.terima kasih.haha

its me again.. :p

first of all..

HAPPY BDAY AGAIN MAGGIE DARLIN!! :D
im glad u were happy on tat day..sry i cudn get u ne ting or make ne ting or sing ne ting..im broke..not crafty..n wel cnt sing..i stil love u thou..its d tot tat counts rite?rite? :S
p/s u n din luk so damn sweet 2gether..i jus had 2 tel u tat.. =)

as 4 earth hour..i switched off d lights!!woohoo!!proud of myself..haha :p aileela..d green-ness is nice..i like it veri d much..n abt d pics n videos..ill upload d 1s i hav soon k?not now..cuz im kinda in a rush but hav not blogged so tot i jus blog a quick 1..soon k soon.. =)

hmm..i wanna DRIIIIIVE!! :S sry abt d random-ness..bt i seriously cnt wait 2 drive so i cn go ne1 n jus speeeeed on d highway or wat wen im stressed..i tink it wil b a gud relief..i hope..

kk..i beta go now b4 my mum brings d choppin knife afta me..ill blog again soon wit d pics n videos..

love my baybehs.. (u knw hu u r) =)
nites..

-S-

earth hour day reply

since its earth hour day . well most likely to be . i've changed the template to GREEN . you guys don't mind right??. you can change it back BUT not to black . heheeh

very nice post mag . im touched . glad you liked the cupcakes :DD.
i think we need to post pictures and videos on to our blog . agree/disagree?

oohh ohhh KDU challenge is near ! . LET'S MAKE OUR SCHOOL PROUD -.-" .
hahah

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ___th MR. INDRAN .*throws confetti* fill in the blanks ahah.
you're another year OLDER YOUNGER as you say it .

that is all for this week . have a great weekend people ! . enjoy it while you still can

EARTH DAY!!!

hey you people living on the planet earth!!!!! help ur world by just staying in the dark for an hour!! THE EARTH SHALL THANK YOU (by letting u live on it) so all u people that didnt have the decentcy to push that button *light switch* you officially have a hater!!! muahahah *starts flickering lights (at exactly 9.30 pm)
FRM: 'EARTH HERO' a.k.a haz :p

M@G'S 17th BIRTHDAY! (19MARCH 2009)

I just wanted to say THANK U VERY MUCH for everything marsh and the rest and my beloved bf. I feel sooooo lucky and grateful to have such great wonderful awesome friends la. Not to forget Din, i feel really lucky to have a bf like u. Never will find anyone like u. Anyway, to marsh, i was really suprised on my bday k,just that i suspected abit because of Din. He is so bad at covering up hahaha. Ren aso the same.hahaha neway its okay I was really happy on my bday. Finally get to have mudpie although i was still sick.Sobs:( Thank u very much for the gifts. I really needed new earings and a hp pouch. Thanx haz for sewing it with love..its nice and fits my 2 hps well. Thanx for the marsh bracelet too..i really liked it.:) And thanx for all ur lovely sweet letters that made me tear. Thanku for the effort marsh. I was really touched by all the words u all said. I love u guys very much as much as u love me.heheh:) AND THANKU Airina for the awesome cupcakes, i was suprised u knw.heheh so sweet of u. I appreciatte everything u all gave me and did for me. Ohya i thank din too for the cute purple bear.hehehe i love it. Anyway i enjoyed my bday eventho we all didnt get to hang out that much. Its still something. and thanx ridz for being there on my bday..thanku! ohya one more thing, THANKU Ren for singing for me. It was a lovely sweet song..i was controlling myself from crying when u sang. Cant believe u actually sang to me.hehehe I Love u ren..Okay, all i wanted to say is I LOVE u all very much and thanku so much for EVERYTHING. All the help u gave me this year and all these years. U were all there for me when i needed u. Thats all for now, i would love to still be there for each of u and go through everything together aite! THANKU & MAG LOVES U.:)

Notty Girls

Sharm, ren and mag are in the cyber cafe now with a buncha guys playing counter strike. Awesome. We've decided to be bad girls for a day. =)

Inspired

As i was sitting in front of the comp screen, facebook-ing as usual, this extraordinary thought came to mind. This thought surfaced due to the amount of chocolate bars my daddy has stuffed the fridge with. And this inspirational thought made me google out vegetarian chocolate recipes. Well imagine that!! Ren cooking/ baking/ doin something besides eating!! Obviously i'll probably eat up my first creation and perhaps mend it a little here and there and then, and only then shall i serve the marsh and kraas (if kraas dont mind vegan stuff) if i don't die within 12 hours of eatin my creation. As for marsh, i'm sorry you guys have no choice. This is ren baking here!! mind you! lol. And after all this yakking, if i still dont do something, shame on me. Right after this, i'm about to go and melt some chocolates to create my masterpiece!! my first masterpiece might probably be warm chocolate and peanut butter on bread. and gradually i shall upgrade myself to choc and cheese on bread and finally someday in the distant future, i'll bake you guys a cake. or perhaps a cookie. or some pastry which has choc in it obviously. or how about tiramisu, with both my favourites that is coffee and choc in it? and i might even be kind enough to make a choc pie with apple sauce, heard it's good. then again, it's for the distant future. my definition of distant is really distant by the way. so til then, the amazing mash's shall continue whipping amazing vegan goodies for me to chomp on!! adios!


ps* ok maybe not so distant laa. and don't worry, it'll be something more than sandwiches.=D

20cents story

okaayy i shall type down the crappy 20cents story

ai went to the koperasi to buy justea . she paid RM1.50 . she didnt realize the actual price for the justea was RM1.30 untill she walked out the koperasi . at first she was confused cz the last time she bought it,it was RM1.30 then came a thought maybe the increased the price or something .BUT she was still not satisfied yet she didnt do anything about it . as she was walking to the canteen with mag , she was cursing the person who sold her the justea because the koperasi girl was suppose to give her RM0.20 back. when ai and mag stood in the canteen for awhile , ai heard as if someone was calling her from the back . so she turned back, and saw the koperasi girl fell and slipped behind ai with her hand holding up the rm0.20 . ;p .

moral of the story don't run with 20cents :? okay i am lame i knw ;p
i think that was the story .if im not mistaken . anywho. sorry for the grammar mistakes
thankyou for reading

eeellllloooo.. :D

hu was it tat posted d diff btwn a best fren n fren ting?
v most definitely fit d best frens category..except d part whr v col each others parents mum n dad..but v dun col them mr n mrs 2..so v r kinda in btwn 4 tat..haha..
n d part whr d best fren wil point at u n laf wen u trip cuz she tripped u..wel it didn exactly hppn like tat 4 me..but..me n R n H were in M's hse..then dunno wat hppnd n i hit my knee real hard on d floor..H was rite in frnt of me..but she totally ignored me like ntg hppnd n continued readin 17mag..i knw she knws i hurt myself cuz i kinda shouted quite loud wen i hit myself..even R hu was in d toilet cme out 2 c wat hppnd wen she heard me..haha..damn sad..so much 4 helpin out n bein thr H! :p
then then..d 1 abt d best fren wil ask u 4 their numb instead of ur numb..hppns 2 us all d time..
then..err..wat summor?oh ya..d 1 whr d best fren wil make an idiot out of himself/herself wit u..it hppnd 2 us..rmmbr?durin IU day..last year..u guys actuali ran around d whole auditorium wen i was singin 2 try n get d crowd involved..it sorta counts rite?hehe.. =) i jus love u guys man..

oh n M..d memories..
u 4got d time wen H said uncle lim's was tat guy (i shall not mention his gud 4 ntg name) 's skul..
then..wen v were takin pics in subang parade at d secluded area n how ppl kept passin by tinkin v r stupid or sum ting..then 1 guy passed n said 'tak habis lagi ke?' haha..tat was embarrassin.. :S
then..summor wen haz said v wil go 2 esso afta interact like esso is a fav hang out spot or sum ting..n tats wen v started teasin her wit bhangra ppl..especiali ren *does d bhangra dance* :p
then..wen me n H wen 2 d toilet in pyramid 2 prac posin cuz d bckstreet guys were thr 2 n how v tried 2 get in contact wit them wen passin them..haha..like jacoon oni..
the..wen A was bein stalked by tat ex-peralihan gal durin tat jumbo sale ting in d dewan..she kept followin us evry whr 2 get us 2 buy sum ting frm her..but it stil didn work in d end..haha..i feel mean.. *evil grin*
then..err..err err err err..urrrmmmm.. oh i cud go on 4 eva la.. =) its a neva endin list..sum mite not b reali funny now but it was reali at tat time..so it stil counts :D

kk..i shall rite summor wen i rmmbr.. =)
love love..
-S-

Memories

Once upon a time, there were 2 girls name A and M.
They were having troubles and hard times unfortunately.
Then, somehow they decided to create something called the 'wishing drain'.
Heres how it works: Write a wish on a piece of small paper then, roll it and finally throw it into the drain frm a distance.If it enters the drain means the wish might come true if it doesnt enter it might not come
true.So, alot went it and didnt go in. Finally, alot of those wishes did came true. Especially, the wish for H to return back to M'sia from Aussie. Maybe it was meant to be. Some didnt come true sadly.OK THE END!



This is a drawing of breathing. U knw inhaling?? hahaha i wonder who drew this la. So, if anyone of u feels tensed up or stress pls do think of this drawing and breath in deeply ok?? good!






This pic was taken after hari guru or something. The camera was placed on a bump somewhere in 17. The funny part was while we were posing for the moment. Suddenly a man passed by looked at us weirdly. We burst out laughing and there goes the perfect shot. We couldnt stop laughing the fact that we took pic there and the fact that the man saw us thinking we are mad or something. hahahha A,S,H dont 4get this moment. Sorry R u werent there..anyways we want to take another shot like this. hehehe





okay i feel like listing down funny moments created by marsh.
1) M-changing the peace sign with rock on sign
2)H-she ask what is the meaning of somethingla then S asked her to make a sentence H said oh ok..H didnt even hear what S said.muahahahha
3) M-said something instead of perfume can be smell she said perfume that can be heard.get it?
4) ok im kinda stuck now...can sum1 remind me bout any funny moments pls.hehehe then i shall continue with it k?
To be continued..........................................
love M

BF VS FRIEND

The Difference Between a Friend and a Best Friend

Friend: Will help me find my way when I'm lost

Best Friend: Will be the one messing with my compass, stealing my map and giving me bad directions

Friend: Will help me learn to drive

Best Friend: Will help me roll the car into the lake so I can collect insurance

Friend: Will watch my pets when I go away

Best Friend: Won't let me go away

Friend: Will help me up when I fall down

Best Friend: Will point and laugh because she tripped me

Friend: Will bail me out of jail

Best Friend: Will be sitting beside me saying "Dang, we screwed up"

Friend: Will go to a concert with me

Best Friend: Will kidnap the band with me

Friend: Calls my parents "Mr." or "Mrs."

Best Friend: Calls my parents "Mom" or "Dad"

Friend: Asks me for my number

Best friend: Asks me for her number

Friend: Hides me from the cops

Best Friend: is probably the reason they are after me in the first place

Friend: lets me make an idiot of myself in public

Best Friend: Is up there with me making an idiot out of herself too.

Friend: Helps you move in/out of a house

Best Friend: Helps you move bodies

Friends: Fade

Best Friends: Are 4 Ever

Repoter H reporting for duty!! *salutes

hello blog readers and fellow marshian...im h reporting live from the floor of her berdroom while finishing sejarah notes in her own home...this just in form 5 life sucks! well most of the time but when it comes to special days like one of the marshians turning a year old life seems to give us all a break in celebratION of dat big day!! ooook lets cut the formal english crap...
here we go!!! *split personality occurs*
hey guys!!! sorry havent written in so long...my hand is still bugging me when i type...i shall now report my whole opperation to all of u in a lovely story..and it starts like this....

EHM EHM ONCE UPON A TIME a cheerleader named hazirah injured her hand. but months past before she felt the pain. then suddenly dum dum dum one morning she woke up! and waS in shock as she noticed a bump on her left hand!!! "oh no!!!!!!!!" she yells too lound until some incoserderate sister of hers woke up and threw a pillow at her face...she sighs..
"oh the agony oh the pain!!!! my beautiful hand!!" she thought (pfffft dramatic perhaps but lets continue shall we)
she thought nothing of it for a while then it started to hurt....then she noticed it getting bigger and bigger....whatever shall she do...."ugh the bulge wwas hedious" she thought ppl would say when they saw it.....so she started wrapping it
BUT THEN!!! her hand caught more attention as it was wrapped. to many question too many lies to choose from muahahahah..
FINALLY she told her parents and went to see the doctor......she was in shock when he said "ganglion cist!!" ahhhhhhhhh speak english for god sakes man!!! dnt talk gibberish to me she thought... it was a growth dat was needed to be amputated out of her hand....
the first thing she thought was NEEDLES OH NOOOOOOO!! *got hit by a pillow again from out of no where*
so on the day of the opperation they pushed the abnormally long needle in her ,going deeper and deeper..."ahhh stop it already!!"she thought
then she was rolled into the surgery room *que scary song* but before dat could happend the doctor with knife in hand started dancing to the elvis song in the background
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH EVN WORST THEN I THOUGH their lunatics going to cut me open!!!!nooooooooooo .....strange no pillow???...anyways before she could run awy the doctors put her to sleep..by the way OUCH!!! DAT HURT!
she woke up a strange place with her hand wrapped tightly ..ahhhh this must be.......TO BE CONTINUED dum dum dum
hope u guys enjoy my story tune in next week for the rest..
but yeah so thats how it happend.....ok o k i got to get out of here *sejrah notes starring me in the face and saying FINISH ME ALREADY!!!* im going nuts arnt i??haih
kk ill write later yeah luvya all *hugs*
from:H

zuuuup :D

im finali bloggin afta so loooong..im so sry u guys..but evry time i cme on9 i hav jus enuf time 2 check my mail n fb n chat 4 a while then my dad wil b callin 2 me 2 go off adi..sad rite =( i knw..now aso i can blog cuz my naina not at home..hehe..shhh..dun tel ne1

ne way..ai im glad u enjoyed ur bday..it was my pleasure 2 bake tat cake 4 u..n vege so ren cud eat it 2.. =) v were hopin u wud hav a blast..n..btw..2 mrh..I M SO SRY I BLEW OUR COVER BY POSTIN TAT PIC ON FB..I STIL FEEL SOOOOOOO STUPID!n..d FOREVER21 BAG IS STIL HAUNTIN ME!!but but but..then again..at least ai didn knw abt us bringin her out n all tat..rite rite rite rite?im stil sry thou =(
happy bday again ai darlin!v love u!! :D

haih..omg la..its a long weekend n my uncle n soon-2-b aunt frm singapore but..i cant go out ne whr cuz guess wat..im sick!been havin on n off fevers n bad sore throat n blocked nose..whole body achin..head so damn f-ing pain..like dyin oni..cant sleep or eat aso..damn sad ='(

haih..i miss u guys..i knw i jus saw u ppl on fri n saw haz n mag on sat 4 tuition..but still..i cant help it ok?hehe..i jus love u guys 2 much adi.. =)

k la k la..i gtg now..b4 my naina cmes bck..
saaaam loves marh!! :D

OMG ! AI turns 17

OKAAYAYYYY ! i turned 17 !
thanks to MRSH . i had a great day . wait no , GREATER than GREAT . what's greater than great??? SUPERAWESOME ! . THANKS TO MARSH i totally forgot about the fact that my wallet went missing on the eve of my birthday which was 3th of FEB ( 11+ pm to be exact ) . what saam said was right. she said that she'd make sure tht i have a blast on my birthday and i TOTALLY did !..
firstly , i totally did not expect anything like THAT would happen .
saam thanks for the cake . LOVED IT BABE . glad you made it soo lenni could eat it too .

secondly , you people are supernuts for planning the surprise with my mom . sheesh . it was sorta weird when she said im going to my aunt's hse on my birthday cz her sister in-law is having a kenduri so wear something nice . the part where i couldnt go back and i could stay back with you guys was AWESOME!! . i could actually get out from the horrible place FINALY ! god has answered my prayers.
the big COLOURFUL card and presents was niceeeeeeee man . i needed A new bottle ahahah . THANK YOU FOR NOTICING ;P . and for the OH SO COLOURFUL GIFTS. and oranges and anddd the cute earings AND THE LOLLIPOPS !!! THANKYOU BEBEYHS
THANKS FOR THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER/SO FAR. IM GLAD I GOT TO SPEND THE WHOLE DAY OUT WITH YOU GUYS . YOU MRSHIANS ROCK LOVESSS!!

17 things about REN

did i mention we got TWO!!! followers now ? WHOOHOOOO

OKAY back to the main point . sorry i was suppose to post this last month but due to limited time . im posting it now . okay so since ren is 17 already (jan 2009) , i shall post 17 things tht pops up my mind when i think about ren
btw others are welcome to write down too on the same post . then we shall count how many correct facts about ren .

REN ..

1. LOVES chocolates and coffee
2. wears braces for almost 4 + 1/2 years now if im not mistaken and will be taking it off around the mid year
3. has a soft toy named mr.biscuit
4. has a dog name pepper
5. is very good with make-up
6. likes to wear eyeliner
7. is LOUD - its a good thing
8. speaks her mind
9. walks back from school
10. loves the colour purple
11. grew up in subang
12. has flat feet?
13. is a vegetarian
14. cries and sneezes when she eats something if its too hot
15. sits beside mag in class
16. was a pengawas
17. likes nutella = hahah
    (ai )

for smk ss 17 students -friendship day

valentine's day / friendship day

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hey m-a-r-s-h a.k.a m-a-l-a-s!
sorry ive nvr updated the blog.now it looks like we all dont have the time to go online anymore.sad aint it? anyway holidays are here! yeay! finally can relax.
To:arsh, i know this year might be a tough year for all of us but i know we all can do it! We shall go through it together. It's our last year and we should enjoy every moment while we can right? :) No matter what happens remember not to give up and move on. Always think positive & be patient! We should be happy with what we have now and let time pass. Thats all i wanted to say.
Take care! Happy one week of holidays! Be safe wherever u are.:)
Love u humans very much.

-M-

whooottt !

hey peopleee its the new year blablablaaa sorry for the laaaaaate update

anywhoooooooo happy belated bday ren . heard you had an awesome day thanks to msh hekhkekhekkk .

glad you did btw okay idk what to write jst thaaaaat that **PIZZA GUY SUCKS TO THE MAX!!!
off to hell with his shtupeedddd sarcasm . *pushes her off the cliff* MUAHAHAHA ketepiaaak she falls !! GOAAAALLLLL!!
okaay im being lame as always
today im extra lame because today was a shtupid day BECAAAUSE it was open day as you all might have knwn DUH ..
yuuzhan is our first follower ! WOHOOOO!!! claps and snaps for yuuzhan ,fellow marshians .
he has been gone for a while .his absense has brought us sorrows and boredomness . sappy ... sappyy ...

okaay that it all
takecare
CNY IS COMING WOHOOO = HOLS DOUBLE WOHOOS

SAVIOUR R!!!!!!!!

Here comes the saviour of the marshmallows!! as alwaaaayys... *lifts collar* hahahaha. HAPPY NEW YEAR MY SAYANGS! i had an amazing new year and it was mega grand! and trust me it would have been amazing-ER if my marshmallows were with me! and as usual digi stupid shit had problems and my msg couldnt go through to many loved ones. but i hope you guys got my msg and if you didnt, here goes: "Happy new year my darling marshmallows!! May all of us have an awesome year ahead! And may we all stick together like chocolate covered marshmallows no matter what happens!! We rocK!!! much love." and thus begins another year of our beautiful friendship which involves food sharing, gossip sharing, and brain sharing *help, i lack this* lol and many many more. i love you guys to bits, and dont worry this blog will nvr die til death do us apart! it's an oath so please repeat. haha. i cant wait to see ya'll in school. as much as i hate school an i stil think we should burn it down, i wanna go just so that i can see you sayangs again! it'll be our last year and we'll be in full charge, and we'll MAKE SURE we are in full control. hehe. since it's our last year, we should do everythin we've wanted to do in school. scratch pn.loh's car perhaps or pour sick yellow paint over zuariah's car. we, the marshmallow knights, shall create mischief history in our dumblame school together!!! haha. love ya'll loads my chockie smarties covered marshies! hehe. ummmuuuuaaaahhhh.

Marshian knight. *R*