tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53792613788481575212024-02-07T15:20:26.449+03:00MX's LairWhere nothing else matters but Music & Love..MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.comBlogger371125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-51347536753709612292011-07-07T21:49:00.003+04:002011-07-07T22:25:46.780+04:00DisappointmentWeird title, huh?<br /><br />For the past 3 years or so, most, if not all of my posts were titled according to the songs in my playlist above. But nah, not this time..<br /><br />Now, yes.. Disappointment. The word pretty much spoke for itself, no?<br /><br />1. Came back from Russia, unexpected reasons. Don't ask what, don't ask why. Continuing my studies here, but switched course altogether from Medical Degree to Bachelor in Psychology. <div><br /></div><div>2. Got a part-time job at Kumon as a tutor. It never occurred to me that this very day will ever come where I'll end up teaching Mathematics to secondary school students. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. A new friend that I made at my new university apparently blocked & deleted me from Facebook, also stopped talking to me. Oh how nice, how hurtful that could be. What have I done, man?<br /><br />4. A new car, Proton Persona Elegance. (Not sure for how long I'd be owning this car this time.)<br /><br />5. Bunch of bullshits that happened over the course of 8 months since I'm back till now. (Yes, I've been in Malaysia for almost a year, just don't ask why I never took my time to update this blog.)<br /><br />6. Moved houses 3 times since I came back till now.<br /><br />7. Series of bad luck hitting me for the past 2 months, maybe earlier than that. I don't remember, I'm just feeling too miserable to remember when it all started.<br /><br />More to list, but just can't do it right now. Gotta sleep. Working at 9 AM tomorrow. My next post? Probably after my exams (16th of July) or after my birthday. Things are still gonna be this miserable, I promise.<br /><br />Don't Stop The Party - Black Eyed Peas.<br /><br />-MX-</div>MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-47206766641489221222010-10-18T03:53:00.003+04:002010-10-18T03:56:41.853+04:00Like A G6Well.. I don't actually know what to post here anymore.. Updates on my life? Very, very stressed out recently due to some life-changing decisions that I have to make.. Not sure which path should I take.. Anyway.. For those who are still following my blog loyally, I thank you.. Thanks to all, for your concern.. I'm fine, & blog will be updated pretty soon again.. Chill, enjoy the music..<br /><br />Like A G6 - Far East Movement feat. The Cataracs & Dev.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-88491749926577262872010-05-28T23:30:00.002+04:002010-05-30T03:13:43.273+04:00Big SkyIt feels like I'm wasting my life away... Slowly.. Very slowly..<br /><br />I can't get all the motivation I need to start studying...<br /><br />John O'Callaghan feat Audrey Gallagher - Big Sky (Acoustic Mix).<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-91908803745750820342010-05-23T15:01:00.002+04:002010-05-23T16:14:24.623+04:00Grounds For DivorceFor the past few days I can't seem to focus on anything else except for one question; how much does a friendship worth? Is it still a wise move to do all your best to keep a friend who might not appreciate what you've done? Maybe, but then you have to start questioning yourself as well; in this age & time, would everything still be worthy? I hate the answer to this, but let's face it. Friendship now doesn't hold the same meaning as it once did a decade ago or so.<br /><br />Why am I saying this? Just look around you. Observe the people around you. What are they doing? Gossips, bad-mouthing, backstabbing.. You name it. All the sort of shits they're willing to do to make themselves look good & noble. And guess what? They are your friends, too. These infidels.. They deserve no better treatment than being torched & burned alive. Even Hell is too good for them.<br /><br />Many times I find myself stumbling over the same situation over & over again; is he/she worth forgiving? Will he/she repeat his/her mistakes again? Well then, I just got my perfect solid answer lately. Forgiveness shouldn't be given more than once. Why? Let me explain.<br /><br />Think. In a situation where you've just got backstabbed by a friend, what would you do? Maybe you'll confront this friend. Or maybe you might do the same back to him/her. But let's say you made the smarter decision & you chose to confront him/her, which indirectly portrayed the fact that you knew about him/her backstabbing you. What would this person do? Seek for forgiveness? Maybe. And let's say he's forgiven. Let's say you really don't wanna lose this friend of yours. How can you possibly tell that he/she won't do it again?<br /><br />At this point, it all comes down to your trust. How much do you trust him/her in the first place to forgive him? And if you do trust this person a lot, then what would you do when he did it again? Do you still forgive him? I saw myself forgiving someone twice, but then this person wanted to prove me wrong. Twice, my friend, is more than enough to erase all my hopes & trust on you. You've been a good friend, but that's as far and as much as you can go and as you are. I'm truly disappointed.<br /><br />I've learned this lesson the hard way. It also somehow affected the way I appreciate my friends. Some friends are worth being treated better than others, some are not. You managed to camouflage yourself within the people I trust. And this is the end of it. You know what they say about backstabbers like this; t<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">hey put on a front that appears accommodating, loyal, and yes, even sacrificial. Then, without warning, they raise their knife, and by the time you see the glint of the blade, it's almost always too late. It is a little too late. Too late for you to repent. And because there is a larger awareness that transcends time and space, an awareness is available after death.<br /><br />Be careful. Re-evaluate the points that you are looking for in a friend, and sort them out. Keep what you need, get rid of those you don't. It is difficult, but it can be done. In all likelihood, backstabbers are quite pleasant and supportive on the surface. But that's a mask. Remember, that friendship is not capable of ending, for if it ends it is only because it never existed.<br /><br />And oh, of course. Never ever try to become a hypocrite by attacking other people personally if you wish to protect yourself. It's a waste of time, and you're dragging yourself down to their filthy level.<br /><br />And I thought I could trust you.<br /><br />Pathetic.<br /><br />Elbow - Grounds For Divorce.<br /><br />-MX-</span>MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-83317184459228906642010-05-18T01:03:00.004+04:002010-05-18T02:31:54.446+04:00AlwaysCurrently trying to save as much as I can, & to be honest I've not been withdrawing any cash for a month plus or so. Why? Simple. To save for a cheapo 2nd hand car when I'm back in Malaysia for holidays.<br /><br />I can't remember the last time I brought a bottle of water to class from home. I don't even do that in secondary school. Well, maybe I did... In Secondary 1 or 2? Saving & squeezing every single last рубль that I can find in my wallet & my room to last me till the end of next month. It's hard, I know, but I have to suffer. So.. Yeah. A hard practice for a shopaholic like me. Bought a 500 руб shirt from Zara 3 weeks ago, regretted it ever since. Why? I love that shirt very much, but if I were to save that 500 руб I could've used it to pay for 1 week worth of groceries.<br /><br />Hang on in there, MX... Just a month plus more..<br /><br />Bon Jovi - Always.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-52980691784922989512010-05-11T04:04:00.003+04:002010-05-11T04:05:19.522+04:00I Don't Wanna Miss A ThingRight now.. At this very moment.. I wish you're by my side..<br /><br /><br />Aerosmith - I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-25592081342918613802010-05-08T04:25:00.002+04:002010-05-08T04:37:43.446+04:00MaestroI've never once failed tearing whenever I watch Ip Man. Call me a strong Chinese, but the storyline really managed to touch my heart deep down under, a place where no other movies or stories could possibly reach. It must have been the umpteenth time that I watched the first Ip Man, but it never fails to amuse me & give me the same sense of pride, amour-propre. The dignity, the gratification of being a Chinese.<br /><br />Looking forward to watch Ip Man 2, most probably when I return to Malaysia for summer holidays. I hope it packs the same kind of punch & awe as it's prequel. Definitely a movie that should not be missed by my fellow Chinese friends.<br /><br />Kenji Kawai - Maestro.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-68050929083967828892010-04-28T20:00:00.006+04:002010-04-28T20:58:08.272+04:00一路向北Here's the video.. A promise that I made to myself & my car.. It's not that well made, but still..<br /><br />If you think you'll be wasting 12 minutes 33 seconds of your life watching this, then don't watch it..<br /><br />But if you feel my pain & share my sadness, then go on.. I promise it will not be disappointing..<br /><br /> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzAo3BLta4KsE4pNjy2LWs3NKqG9sMdj6rUnGbr_KCAmn9LTkuQUMEmuuS2zocxt-L73zqQNG_JsDCi6grr' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Happy Birthday..<br /><br />All that's left of you.. Memories..<br /><br />Yeah, I know.. I've featured this song over & over again on my blog.. But it just can't seem to die off.. 2669's signature song, I guess..<br /><br />Jay Chou - 一路向北 ( Yi Lu Xiang Bei ).<br /><br />-MX-<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>P.S.- Correction to Kelvin Chan's number plate, WKF 5017. Sorry for the mistake, took me 5 hours to make this video & I was sleepy at the end of it. Peace.</b></span>MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-5666905429437776172010-04-25T21:55:00.011+04:002010-04-26T08:59:43.999+04:00RideAlrite, some real-time updates from me. Some very very sad stories, real de-motivators.<br /><br />But one of the biggest factor of my emo-ness, sadness & disappointment & the only one I wanna emphasize on right now (unfortunately), is... Well..<br /><br />Whatever that's left of WRG 2669 remains history & memories. Yes, thats right. I've lost my beloved Myvi. No, it didn't end up in an accident. It's just...sold. My parents sold it. I'm utterly devastated by the news delivered by my mom, and I still am. Memories remains memories, that car have strived on with me through much joy & pain, happiness & sadness, saved my life not once, not twice, but many many times. The near-death experience at Karak highway. The accident at Pekeliling. Another accident I've escaped, together with my car, unharmed & unscratched on MRR2. The escape from being robbed by Mat Rempits.<br /><br />All the emo moments spent with my car.. Hmm.<br /><br />This post is dedicated to my beloved WRG 2669. All that I can save from my car is a Rockford Fosgate woofer & an Adam's amplifier, and they shall remain with me no matter what car I will be driving in the future, as a homage to my first car.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_H5RdoZAAp82CaztxwL-EWLGlrRANzhIfn8bsf2gfUHzIhI6Vhqekgz7sNSYdQ-Ur0nEdpwiVQu_FZJPK5uTa3kkIQX2Y8Y8fK3i46PPR_oWZWvgT9rFf1pCxYjGiV7ZUFob5ie8Dar0u/s1600/DSC00563.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_H5RdoZAAp82CaztxwL-EWLGlrRANzhIfn8bsf2gfUHzIhI6Vhqekgz7sNSYdQ-Ur0nEdpwiVQu_FZJPK5uTa3kkIQX2Y8Y8fK3i46PPR_oWZWvgT9rFf1pCxYjGiV7ZUFob5ie8Dar0u/s400/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464142517827070770" /></a><br />It's been days since I last had a proper meal or sleep. Seriously, it affected me that badly. It's 4 more days to the car's 2nd birthday.. 4 days.. People that were with me throughout the 2 years of me owning the car knows how much I love it.. I've lost an encouraging factor of my life, I've lost my mean of transportation, I've lost the only one that I can depend on when all else fails, when all else disappoints me..<br />When I'm at the emo-est state, it was the car that accompanied me through the nights of KL roads.. My pride, my soul, my life..<br /><br />Many of my friends said that I'm too exaggerating at expressing my loss.. I don't blame them, cos they view cars as only a way of getting around.. Heck, many of them don't even maintain their cars themselves.. I've been spending so much time with my car till I've formed an emotional bond with it, till I can feel every pulse of the car's life, forecasting every single problem it had.. Sigh..<br /><br />...I.. I'm sorry for letting you get through your birthday alone.. Probably with someone else, a new owner perhaps.. I hope that he/she will take good care of you..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gmey5F1RpLKp24doUcNtIy8sE7N55nLDMlULljO4GoG2ni9o8LSOmMEhouV2Eu5tH3Z7Xga4_P_rAbKI08ch9CCJiHN92wEZq3GR_PCrnxbxI25pfTyovUfMwx6GAMMGwWXqGpXA_bNZ/s1600/DSC00134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gmey5F1RpLKp24doUcNtIy8sE7N55nLDMlULljO4GoG2ni9o8LSOmMEhouV2Eu5tH3Z7Xga4_P_rAbKI08ch9CCJiHN92wEZq3GR_PCrnxbxI25pfTyovUfMwx6GAMMGwWXqGpXA_bNZ/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464152982529995058" /></a><br />In memory of MX's WRG 2669, 29/4/2008 - 22/4/2010.<br /><br />I'll make a video/photo montage to honour & as a remembrance to my beloved car.. Check back on his birthday, if you guys would..<br /><br />Cary Brothers - Ride.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-26212419350062796672010-04-14T04:17:00.006+04:002010-04-14T07:01:40.958+04:00Let GoI'm not sure what I'm doing. Sure, we all have our own problems once in a while, & I'm not exempted from this. Yeah, some matters going on. Some.. things.<br /><br />It actually bothers me so much till I can't actually sit down & start studying for Chemistry. And I wonder why do they introduce Chemistry in M.D.? It doesn't make any sense to me at all.. Well perhaps it does, but I just can't see the point of it.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459822528093283074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBi6YQKJ38K_lF0AnZ-AbPMjGkjwiWWrFLmUx6tAXIPNjP6pYc2NOwBQ2bmglDOewq8JHqwnoFDk7OQ6TOmVtalfpEonVgcGLL8ZsavgcD728t4ufeONOx_-IseEJFnvE_yBdRyQMbpZcO/s400/31.jpg" /><br />Alrite, alrite.. Here's a confession. I... I never really liked Chemistry. No. I just can't find my interest in it. Some things happened in the past, & my Chemistry teacher was really harsh with me. So.. Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it.<br /><br />And all these distractions right now doesn't help in any way to stimulate my already resisting brain into studying Chemistry. The on-going problems that I'm having, my sudden crave for CSI N.Y., & the whole holiday thing.. Can anyone please put me back on track & at least allow me to complete my Chemistry examinations first?<br /><br />I don't know what to do.. Tried forcing myself to study, but it just wont work.<br /><br />Frustrated.<br /><br />Paul Van Dyk feat. Rea Garvey - Let Go.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-65411880668833165282010-03-31T01:33:00.002+04:002010-03-31T02:03:58.962+04:00LullabyI don't know if the recent Moscow Metro bombing changed the way I think, but...<br /><br />I miss home. I miss Malaysia. I miss driving around with no particular directions. I miss going to the <i>pasar malam </i> every Thursday at Sri Rampai. Most importantly, I miss the peace & care-free life that I once had. I was able to do anything I like, anytime I want back at home. Hmm...<br /><br />There is a distinctive smell, Malaysian smell, I presume.. Missed that too. Sigh..<br /><br />I'm homesick..<br /><br />One Republic - Lullaby.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-57356864108615112162010-03-29T19:05:00.002+04:002010-03-29T19:36:42.335+04:00Get Lifted7:56 A.M. - Lubyanka Metro station was bombed.<br /><br />8.37 A.M. - Park Kultury station was bombed.<br /><br />Both, in a single day. Yes, this morning. I couldn't imagine what would life be like for me. They said that attacks on the minorities & foreigners may start soon.<br /><br />The Moscow Metro system is undoubtedly the most popular & frequently used form of public transportation in Moscow due to it's accessibility and low cost. The bombings were carried out during rush hour. Both bombs were detonated as the train arrived & the doors were opening.<br /><br />At least my sense of safety & security did not failed me & proved itself right. I'm not being paranoid, I'm just extra careful. Every single time I board a Metro, I'd take the hassle to walk to the very end to board the last car of the train, for safety reasons. Bombings often happen in the middle or front of the train, but never the back as it would be pointless. True enough, both the bombing incidents today took place in the second cars on both occasion.<br /><br />Tuesday, 30 March 2010 is declared as the Day of Mourning for the victims of the bombings.<br /><br />May peace be with those who didn't made it.<br /><br />Kamui - Get Lifted.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-20036759731057649832010-03-29T01:27:00.002+04:002010-03-29T01:30:57.857+04:00AutumnI've not checked my own blog close to a month, & I was in for a little surprise. 200 thousand views?I'm not sure what made it skyrocket that way.<br /><br />Having my emo moment right now.<br /><br />Paul Van Dyk - Autumn (Radio Edit).<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-50027455861436614352010-03-06T14:33:00.003+03:002010-03-06T14:54:54.441+03:00Tik TokOkay, so I have 3 days of holidays (Saturday, Sunday & Monday), with Monday being The International Women's Day. Whatever. I've got exams coming up, with anatomy being the most stressful & depressing.<br /><br />Parts of skull to read & memorize:<br /><br />Os frontale<br />Tuber frontale<br />Sutura internasalis<br />Margo orbitalis<br />Sutura coronalis<div>Os parietale</div><div>Facies orbitalis ossis frontalis<br />Sutura sphenozygomatica</div><div>Sutura frontozygomatica</div><div>Facies orbitalis alae major ossis sphenoidalis<br />Sutura sphenofrontalis<br />Apertura piriformis</div><div>Os zygomaticum</div><div>Sutua zygomaticomaxillaris</div><div>Concha nasalis inferior</div><div>Spina nasalis anterior</div><div>Protuberantia mentalis</div><div>Sutura intermaxillaris</div><div>Lamina perpendicularis ossis ethmoidalis</div><div>Vomer</div><div>Facies orbitalis maxillae</div><div>Fissura orbitalis inferior</div><div>Fissura orbitalis superior</div><div>Processus zygomaticus ossis frontalis</div><div>Palatum osseum</div><div>Foramen incisivum</div><div>Sutura palatina mediana (Sutura interpalatina)<br />Processus palatinus</div><div>Lamina horizontalis ossis palatini</div><div>Lamina medialis processus pterygoidei<br />Lamina lateralis processus pterygoidei</div><div>Fossa infratemporalis</div><div>Foramen ovale</div><div>Foramen lacerum</div><div>Foramen spinosum</div><div>Foramen rotundum</div><div>Synchrondosis sphenooccipitalis</div><div>Tuberculum pharyngeum</div><div>Processus mastoideus</div><div>Fissura petrooccipitalis</div><div>Crista occipitalis externa</div><div>Crista occipitalis interna</div><div>Linea nuchalis inferior</div><div>Linea nuchalis superior</div><div>Incisura mastoidea</div><div>Processus styloideus</div><div>Canalis caroticus</div><div>Arcus zygomaticus</div><div>Foramen stylomastoideum<br /><br />I'm not done yet, and the list goes on.. There are probably more than a hundred names that are NOT in the list..<br /><br />And the clock ticks...<br /><br />Tik Tok (Instrumental) - Ke$ha.<br /><br />-MXV-</div>MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-15042786249520075082010-03-04T00:50:00.006+03:002010-03-04T01:17:41.561+03:00Heads Will RollKentucky Fried Cheryl.<br /><br />OK, done.<br /><br />Now, tell me how stupid is the education system here in Russia, or at least in my university. For those who thought Malaysian education system sucks, think again. This is a real story, real experience by myself.<br /><br />Went to the <i>dekanat </i>today, or Dean's office, to get permission to sit for some papers that I missed when I went back to Malaysia last month. Sounds OK to you guys? Let me tell you all exactly what happened, & the stupidity of the system here.<br /><br />1. In order for sit for missed papers from last semester, I will need the Dean's approval. Sounds fair. But wait, there's more..<br /><br />2. The Dean's office is open only on Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays, from 3 PM to 5 PM.<br /><br />3. Waited in line for 2 hours for the Dean to settle 5 students with the same issue before it's my turn.<br /><br />4. OK, so I've gotten the permission to sit for 5 papers. After I've passed these papers, I will have to return to the Dean's office (which indirectly means the repetition of No. 2 & 3) to receive a signature from him, certifying that I've passed all 5 papers just so that I can sit for the 6th and final paper, which is a ridiculous paper of 5 multiple choice questions. The questions are absurd. Seriously.<br /><br />5. After I've passed the 6th paper, I will need to return to the Dean's office, AGAIN, to receive a signature & stamp from the Dean as a verification that I've completed my papers.<br /><br />Crappy, isn't it? A friend that had a pending paper went to the <i>dekanat </i>with me today & queued for two hours just to be told to come back on Friday. Not to mention too, that the Vice Dean's attitude is crappy & sarcastic as hell, & that he's always late to the office. And oh, they have this 'Russians first' practice too. It doesn't matter if the line is 2 miles long; as long as you're Russian, you don't have to queue.<br /><br />Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-48010881151302679102010-02-26T02:17:00.010+03:002010-02-26T03:22:53.244+03:00Boulevard Of Broken Dreams<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Stereotype. What else can I possibly blog about on this one? I've blogged about it before, & I'm here again to express my dissatisfaction about stereotypical thoughts.<br /><br />It has gotta start from where I'm living now. I'm so distraught by the fact that whenever people think of Russians, images of mafias & crimes are perpetuated & projected directly into their heads. Come on. Russia is not that bad, although I do admit that crime rates are sky high and they aren't exactly that friendly. But hey, that doesn't mean that they're all born with evil intentions.<br /><br />And if you would just pay a little bit of attention into the media, you'll realise what's going on. Films, especially. I've noticed this for quite some time. For countless number of times I've set foot into the cinema, expecting great action films. And guess what? Hey, the bad guy is Russian again. Casino Royale? Le Chiffre, treasurer of a Soviet-backed trade union. Quantum of Solace? Yusef Kabira, Kazan, Russia. Universal Soldier? General Boris, Russian. The Spy Next Door? Poldark, Russian. Even the latest, most anticipated sequel to Iron Man, the Iron Man 2; Whiplash is a Russian.<br /><br />I did not went back to Malaysia just to catch myself sitting in a cinema with the antagonist speaking Russian. Sigh.<br /><br />Yet another ranting post of mine. Sorry if I've offended anyone with what I've said here, but sometimes things are not what you think they are. Do absolutely not believe in any rumours that people are spreading, not until you get the first hand information yourself, not until you've experienced what it's really like. Or perhaps, I should say that I'm starting to blend in & get used to the life of an </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">inostranets</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> (</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">иностранец) / (foreigner). Gotta learn how to live life the Moscovites' way.<br /><br />Hahah, just for laugh gags. Someone commented on a torrent page, and a fellow user responded in a rather funny way. Hope this makes your day..<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238);font-family:Georgia,serif;" ></span></span></span></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT54-VGY_cV3MI0Kr_5QvT_rqKkycqcJnqh_yuU-uWgg5Fp0Q9lW1Y5gqYEGeTo1JtVQTjl5ZtCVgs7WDVm3dqDp60EYNFsagyNq0061IguUn40HKYs060ogpvRQcDHshaLkUlYTNqFP9-/s1600-h/whydontyalearnenglish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT54-VGY_cV3MI0Kr_5QvT_rqKkycqcJnqh_yuU-uWgg5Fp0Q9lW1Y5gqYEGeTo1JtVQTjl5ZtCVgs7WDVm3dqDp60EYNFsagyNq0061IguUn40HKYs060ogpvRQcDHshaLkUlYTNqFP9-/s400/whydontyalearnenglish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442340252316966578" border="0" /><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Gregorian.<br /><br />-MX-</span></span></span><br /></div>MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-5714891116521644912010-02-23T01:02:00.003+03:002010-02-23T20:13:29.542+03:00JumpIt's Russia's Men's Day today. Well.. I'm not exactly the type that cares whenever this kind of shit goes on. No, not at all. Men's Day? Let it be. I'm only setting my eyes on the two sumptuous days of holidays. Monday & Tuesday, two of the busiest days in my timetable. And I'm off the hook for this week.<br /><br />Men's Day? More like Testosterone Day or Gay Day, I presume? I don't care. It's a holiday. And holidays are meant to be enjoyed. Or so I thought. I've been missing out a lot in my studies, it's time to catch up & I've got tons & tons of studying to do. Which means... My holidays = GONE!!!<br /><br />Go fuck yourself. Go drink all you want & smoke your fermented shit. Stop the fucking bother me. You know who you are. I don't need you here spoiling my life. I've had enough. I'm tired enough with every single shit that's going on around me, and I don't need you to make it worse for me.<br /><br />Jump - Flo Rida feat. Nelly Furtado.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-28752510799433688362010-02-17T01:01:00.005+03:002010-02-17T01:40:09.353+03:00Get ShakyAn all-white Chinese New Year. Hmm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6X-0Dt-bFsV-THAG79qQzTCrId_ek0csc1jRdvNMxjLFwXJHkRM1xVi3Dx8Fev1Er_BCuvUXXXzkx2jraOHizTZZeMr5O3tKparPn1AAnVn1j__oD3FZP_cEGxOv30NrEwXkZfyYShSjh/s1600-h/Photo103.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6X-0Dt-bFsV-THAG79qQzTCrId_ek0csc1jRdvNMxjLFwXJHkRM1xVi3Dx8Fev1Er_BCuvUXXXzkx2jraOHizTZZeMr5O3tKparPn1AAnVn1j__oD3FZP_cEGxOv30NrEwXkZfyYShSjh/s400/Photo103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438967574251688450" /></a><br />Complexity & depression invades my mind now. I wonder why. Something bothers me, but I don't know what exactly it is. It's complicated. I feel emotionally pulverized. The feeling of un-belonging.<br /><br />Every single time I board a Moscow Metro train now, I feel it. It's a form of excitement that gets me nowhere. Ah, finally. A proper elaboration of my feelings. Yes, it's the very same excitement that I get when I was on my way back to Malaysia about a month ago.<br /><br />Whenever I flip open my wallet, I see those U.S. Dollars & Euros neatly arranged next to the local currency here, I get that stinging sensation on my heart. I see home. I see my family, my friends, my lover. How is that possible?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGT-pCfKGRTK8wYNShp6btiS60pGpbeXyrdWub-ftugUqFCwfZVo3raAzUGsUpB5OuwftWfL5tIL56_L869YoJDZkiDEEHa0vTdc5DPSrPbDR3WH9E7Gkuv628w9nqAW4mT0eF2Dcl5Nws/s1600-h/Photo115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGT-pCfKGRTK8wYNShp6btiS60pGpbeXyrdWub-ftugUqFCwfZVo3raAzUGsUpB5OuwftWfL5tIL56_L869YoJDZkiDEEHa0vTdc5DPSrPbDR3WH9E7Gkuv628w9nqAW4mT0eF2Dcl5Nws/s400/Photo115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438974390146834498" /></a><br />Am I homesick?<br /><br />Get Shaky - The Ian Carey Project.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-63939341284144418822010-02-12T14:55:00.004+03:002010-02-14T05:12:40.828+03:00I Remember<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I was back in Malaysia for about 3 weeks. Yeah. For those who I didn't manage to contact or meet up with while I was back, I'm sorry. I couldn't blog to announce my return as I couldn't go online. Life pretty much sucked when there's no Internet, but the food & company of friends back there... That pretty much sums up everything. Heh..<br /><br />Flew with Etihad Airways this time back to Malaysia. The seat configurations were much better than Emirates', & the take offs & landings were silky smooth. One of the best airlines I've took, definitely. It felt good to be home. Home sweet home. Friends everywhere.. Hmm.<br /><br />Chinese New Year is around the corner. But this year it's simply different; something new for me. Chinese New Year without family members.. And Chinese New Year celebrated at -10'C.. Usually it's somewhere hot for me, but this year it's just cold.. Pure cold.. Not to mention that the Chinese New Year this year fell on the same day as Valentine's.. Oh, my Valentine.. Chinese New Year & Valentine's spent alone in a cold, far away land? That sucks badly.<br /><br />I'm skipping topics here, feeling completely random. Learned a new Russian proverb from my Chemistry lecturer, which sounded quite true to me.. Чем меньше знаешь, лучше спишь, or translated as 'the less you know, the better you sleep'. Sometimes there are some things that we shouldn't even find out in the first place. These could be agonizing facts, unfair truths, evil plans... They could be anything. From a heart-breaking fact to spoiling a carefully planned surprise, finding out the truth could really bring one all sorts of miseries. And sometimes, it's not worth looking back & wondering why some things are the way they are now... Finding out only amplifies the pain, & by doing so we're being our own silent assassins..<br /><br />Anyway... Happy Chinese New Year, again.. May ya'll have a prosperous new tiger year.. For those expecting a child anytime this year, wish you have a healthy baby. For those who are having exams, wish you luck in passing with flying colours. For those in a relationship, wish you happiness with the one you love. For those who are striving hard at everything else, I wish you all the best in everything you do. Happy Valentine's Day, to my beloved...<br /><br />I Remember - deadmau5 feat. Kaskade<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /><br />-MX-</span>MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-62400000496346992772009-12-29T02:23:00.004+03:002009-12-29T02:55:25.084+03:00One Safe PlaceYear 2009 is coming to an end in a few days' time.. Sad, isn't it? We've seen many progresses this year, & of course, some positive things that happened to me. I'm sure 2009 isn't exactly a bad year for everyone, right? Hopes & dreams came true for some of us, others excel brilliantly in the things they do. But, of course, we should not forget about sad, important incidents that happened. Incidents that would teach us how to appreciate things better.<br /><br />Sylvester Liew Kah Hoe.. I'm sure that you've been a pillar of strength for many, especially loved ones.. Your sudden absence drowned all of them & left them enshrouded in darkness. Your presence will definitely be missed by family members, friends & relatives. As their guardian angel, you shall be watching from above & continue to guide them out of their misery & despair. We thank you for all that you've been, & all that you'll continue to be..<br /><br />Sad things aside.. New Year is coming!! I wonder what the New Year celebrations in Moscow will be like.. Anyway, I'd like to wish everyone a very Happy New Year.. 2010 will definitely be another year filled with challenges, but we shall overcome them without fear & prosper.<br /><br />Went to the anatomy department today, managed to snap some pics of the limbs that we were studying about. If you have a weak stomach, I suggest you stop right here & do not proceed. Otherwise, you're welcome to take a look at them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6UF62OWKE-O8RAewmXF44gIM5czt_FXQ4n1giYGrPYxcvsjMr_WxJvPBgBi0YwMu5RB66MzdUKVavu3P1-O1Msut26VqaYuMHOlIlE_SPJdlDMfYU8JtADHlkrk_903mJPuiwuVvXa49/s1600-h/Photo003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6UF62OWKE-O8RAewmXF44gIM5czt_FXQ4n1giYGrPYxcvsjMr_WxJvPBgBi0YwMu5RB66MzdUKVavu3P1-O1Msut26VqaYuMHOlIlE_SPJdlDMfYU8JtADHlkrk_903mJPuiwuVvXa49/s400/Photo003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420438324566326866" border="0" /></a>This is what we study in anatomy department..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YPPdhyphenhyphenlmQtaWyFf_BEkucuhEi4MY27Zq9eYvXLCpWM1gpCHzISxIYDFpZ_4Ve9CWm4RI2S9J3kqFKB1sK_eVRcRmZRmfUkcz2vguS4jf6et7GDpMsLmL7y5U5AZz6lF7f2NBglnoFNeq/s1600-h/Photo006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YPPdhyphenhyphenlmQtaWyFf_BEkucuhEi4MY27Zq9eYvXLCpWM1gpCHzISxIYDFpZ_4Ve9CWm4RI2S9J3kqFKB1sK_eVRcRmZRmfUkcz2vguS4jf6et7GDpMsLmL7y5U5AZz6lF7f2NBglnoFNeq/s400/Photo006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420438319256294306" border="0" /></a>Bak Kut Teh, anyone?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFti2g5XW7l4LEbzfaggW-3Ac97g4oyDhrnsskjD5gmR9vlWJfTp93FYEnMaTBp2TUJUPp1VR1ZbM1LEJLRmaX-uVJeQBFzoA0HBqTDizCQyBbVFuqxJ9AVBgvwmCx7CGvX2l0EVkln44M/s1600-h/Photo004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFti2g5XW7l4LEbzfaggW-3Ac97g4oyDhrnsskjD5gmR9vlWJfTp93FYEnMaTBp2TUJUPp1VR1ZbM1LEJLRmaX-uVJeQBFzoA0HBqTDizCQyBbVFuqxJ9AVBgvwmCx7CGvX2l0EVkln44M/s400/Photo004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420438313401361890" border="0" /></a>A hand with ligaments still intact.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfebGvr02BQWcqf_6aQqesIfkl_Ideo8F3555FNjFuTZTjKB9Yy5hoXJLuUZthscakDwcJVJO3TZo50P280JWFQPHlbvA924xNiPDCpCp9jqLe4q-67i6cmSGuCuOalL9QktBzL3kBO7jw/s1600-h/Photo005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfebGvr02BQWcqf_6aQqesIfkl_Ideo8F3555FNjFuTZTjKB9Yy5hoXJLuUZthscakDwcJVJO3TZo50P280JWFQPHlbvA924xNiPDCpCp9jqLe4q-67i6cmSGuCuOalL9QktBzL3kBO7jw/s400/Photo005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420438306393949266" border="0" /></a>Adam, posing with the hand.<br /><br />There're also brains & hearts, but we didn't get a chance to meddle with them yet.. Soon, maybe..<br /><br />New Year's holidays are gonna be really, really busy for me. I have to study for the up & coming exams, which really sucks. Sigh.. Wish life is way more simple than this..<br /><br />An early New Year wish from me.. Happy New Year, folks.. Not sure when is the next post going to be up, but do check back soon..<br /><br />One Safe Place - Mark Cohn.<br /><br />-MX-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-73442091519166176342009-12-25T06:13:00.004+03:002009-12-25T06:38:25.592+03:00What About UsMerry Christmas..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzaOLzqC088uaaaFuYhil2TFI-tTHRKx94JGMcIxualElWWHqBj5KriRpz4IYI8nnsvLf5vcSCXTvThQ8koeMGbjx_WCvZqtfek7tDnfC9uuyugoFwOdw773gb_j1ZShgHOfsFRV1YJsH/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzaOLzqC088uaaaFuYhil2TFI-tTHRKx94JGMcIxualElWWHqBj5KriRpz4IYI8nnsvLf5vcSCXTvThQ8koeMGbjx_WCvZqtfek7tDnfC9uuyugoFwOdw773gb_j1ZShgHOfsFRV1YJsH/s400/DSC00969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419007906858354530" border="0" /></a><br />...and that life, will not be fulfilling & compelling without all the little details completing it. That life is made of all the little things. Small, equally important things that will accumulate to be the origin, the base of living things. To me, Christmas is yet another day of self-expression. Express your appreciation of the people around you. Express your feelings towards the one you love. Be yourself, express your emotions. It's a beautiful flask, and despite some appropriate but error-ish engravements at the bottom of the flask, it's still a beautiful present, and the best that one could get for Christmas. Well, at least that's what I thought. Thanks, for the vodka flask.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOvlkJr0i81fQ-mhinv9pnX4nFdu79SVRn1azahfz_7F3MeZTSNm0oAkNGuUuMwy-dXaxmr3vxgt5oNkD5fHw0VfDZRT-PUSVu6af75i4LvQIIiq0-tt-RbBEdu_2AG_FIoLwQHygeRlDt/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOvlkJr0i81fQ-mhinv9pnX4nFdu79SVRn1azahfz_7F3MeZTSNm0oAkNGuUuMwy-dXaxmr3vxgt5oNkD5fHw0VfDZRT-PUSVu6af75i4LvQIIiq0-tt-RbBEdu_2AG_FIoLwQHygeRlDt/s400/DSC00970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419007908701909618" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks, Ethan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1Bo63_hf6I4fzTmXoo-Dcd85uhXuMwtgebA5CExRWcMRv33o11KIb3m5NjkDcS3-ii0pO20YT6VfYulLpY-ZLApjOZ2NOZOhakVAJjWKF9tKshjDxoHtwH64VgaNnMu4CscjCHnvVDcx/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1Bo63_hf6I4fzTmXoo-Dcd85uhXuMwtgebA5CExRWcMRv33o11KIb3m5NjkDcS3-ii0pO20YT6VfYulLpY-ZLApjOZ2NOZOhakVAJjWKF9tKshjDxoHtwH64VgaNnMu4CscjCHnvVDcx/s400/DSC00974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419007912076479202" border="0" /></a><br />Minor, forgivable mistakes that carries a deep meaning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi356XBhjOkpzNEYPrrhR1LyV4L940xS4X4SK4SfkswvT3Yv5z7URQow37ejz5NmUB7p824Rt79YA8d5urSlmvWTV6Jk8rLUoutpY4jix-tHl7K2A8y6lYLVleEW4GMGVHp_qFpZH7C0MUV/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi356XBhjOkpzNEYPrrhR1LyV4L940xS4X4SK4SfkswvT3Yv5z7URQow37ejz5NmUB7p824Rt79YA8d5urSlmvWTV6Jk8rLUoutpY4jix-tHl7K2A8y6lYLVleEW4GMGVHp_qFpZH7C0MUV/s400/DSC00976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419007923781947458" border="0" /></a>This shall be one of the most precious among gifts & presents given by friends & family. I appreciate it.<br /><br />What About Us - ATB.<br /><br />-MXV-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-21235776852290280272009-12-24T04:37:00.004+03:002009-12-24T05:07:56.569+03:00The Technicolor PhaseAhh.. Christmas Eve.. How are you going to enjoy this very special day? Perhaps going on a shopping spree, or spend the night partying into Christmas Day. Whatever you do, I'm here to wish ya'll a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.<br /><br />A little bit of interesting facts on myself; I've been spending at least, if my calculations are correct, 5 past consecutive Christmases & New Year's Days in Singapore. For the first time in 5 years, and the first time in my life, I'm celebrating Christmas away from family members, alone, on a faraway land. It's kinda lonely, I know. Spending Christmas Eve & Christmas Day sleeping & studying in my room seems & sounds like a pathetic method of self-isolation on a supposedly jolly & enjoyable day. But I can't go anywhere. I can't do anything without cash. Poor me. POOR, me.<br /><br />Anyway, I've received an early Christmas present from Ethan. Although I already knew what is inside that wrapping paper without peeking, I'll wait till tonight before opening it. It's gonna be nice. It's gonna be fun. It's something that I've always been looking & dreading for, but I just can't seem to find it anywhere in Malaysia. Thank you, Ethan Alistair Hon Kit Mun. LoL. Check back tomorrow morning for pics on the present.<br /><br />Hitting the hay soon, just wanna wish my folks, friends & family members, & especially you.. Merry Christmas, & Happy New Year.<br /><br />The Technicolor Phase - Owl City.<br /><br />-MXV-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-56527079716091708472009-12-23T08:13:00.008+03:002009-12-24T05:04:07.854+03:002 - 1Not a big deal or something juicy to me, but it is something related to the blog, to my blog. Gotta announce it anyway. MySpace bought imeem. Previous playlist from imeem no longer working on this blog. Playlist replaced. Playlist now from MixPod. That's it.<br /><br />Yeah, and I haven't exactly took pics of Red Square in snow yet. Went there last Saturday, it was closed & locked to the public, not sure for what valid reasons. But I did take some photos while walking to the campus a few days ago, in the morning, in the snow. Emo life? Maybe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuhQvNP33oSydHiBYM6fyu3naEdp7MWpfJ_FkrHKzut9xUiiKsChgi3IDYsrU92mVVRFLbzuAUGi8rZFkOtRb_gmJ5jr73prWSCHh1AZOv3ZtOXgp-wuu0vCYM9Mc8ZihzohNw2uHuxHH/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuhQvNP33oSydHiBYM6fyu3naEdp7MWpfJ_FkrHKzut9xUiiKsChgi3IDYsrU92mVVRFLbzuAUGi8rZFkOtRb_gmJ5jr73prWSCHh1AZOv3ZtOXgp-wuu0vCYM9Mc8ZihzohNw2uHuxHH/s400/DSC00953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418298950396662610" border="0" /></a>It's snowing. Pic taken with flash on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnkqzd_mMq8S-_MMkwdKlAnMsUoFdPwh0_dmHCj1zMj6FntK1rKOajSyR9UZwXjqM3nxC-puy_mnEoI395rujJvBIotwftBNXeU3_-g-9tE2WOo1X_6QkRb8nW75g4YgKhOXCQzgZegJ6/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnkqzd_mMq8S-_MMkwdKlAnMsUoFdPwh0_dmHCj1zMj6FntK1rKOajSyR9UZwXjqM3nxC-puy_mnEoI395rujJvBIotwftBNXeU3_-g-9tE2WOo1X_6QkRb8nW75g4YgKhOXCQzgZegJ6/s400/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418298959447770818" border="0" /></a>Random.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_mN-SgMQoUXT5s9EEgsocwmp-p6R-yHW3odbiJo5Nup28uwzb2v9WEqaL1Sm4iaBtAIngUZYiyVaeCJypo_z9-i1hdZ0zNpm060lGIuom7hdshFTrS1Uhfma7CNKaiLhat4b61K36rdu/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_mN-SgMQoUXT5s9EEgsocwmp-p6R-yHW3odbiJo5Nup28uwzb2v9WEqaL1Sm4iaBtAIngUZYiyVaeCJypo_z9-i1hdZ0zNpm060lGIuom7hdshFTrS1Uhfma7CNKaiLhat4b61K36rdu/s400/DSC00955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418298964511049426" border="0" /></a>Sidewalks covered in snow. Cars covered in snow. Roads covered in snow. Everwhere is just white.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDw0Sa9dbtcSKQdii2u3mLx4X26QFHB1q44_5yBkYzQZQvuS1EN9HAvbOXd7xTzcge2tihQMHU8rwSPmucyB_m3vhGlKfopc1sUjcPKul-1Z4mGgv7rQ06U3NK8bP64oeMQHq2X8M3yNYe/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDw0Sa9dbtcSKQdii2u3mLx4X26QFHB1q44_5yBkYzQZQvuS1EN9HAvbOXd7xTzcge2tihQMHU8rwSPmucyB_m3vhGlKfopc1sUjcPKul-1Z4mGgv7rQ06U3NK8bP64oeMQHq2X8M3yNYe/s400/DSC00957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418298967907385650" border="0" /></a>Traffic light.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIYmAuiFU49dgY2wZE5EnCHNlTkUDj9DfBuvtk4nSPbwZUkN1Eu9ST0eVhieCb34xWXXEzN3pC_a5b29ldsMJYwAJd-YBMWzi5vKT-KDOmYS23j22pENMhhxoP72FdK_xN257CoT05TIn/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIYmAuiFU49dgY2wZE5EnCHNlTkUDj9DfBuvtk4nSPbwZUkN1Eu9ST0eVhieCb34xWXXEzN3pC_a5b29ldsMJYwAJd-YBMWzi5vKT-KDOmYS23j22pENMhhxoP72FdK_xN257CoT05TIn/s400/DSC00958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418298977690778738" border="0" /></a>Random.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirfs92loIAatd_22qsx4S0L0puSRMVfdtNc6PZcMT5tApLuGm2l-EHKaS6eDgtnl85LlP41n_x0I8AkaMLrgzbrtFJFZfcXvPHea_fElj6J9Z60PyQlAG3nPrlg9Kp1sjz1MehKdibO-Nl/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirfs92loIAatd_22qsx4S0L0puSRMVfdtNc6PZcMT5tApLuGm2l-EHKaS6eDgtnl85LlP41n_x0I8AkaMLrgzbrtFJFZfcXvPHea_fElj6J9Z60PyQlAG3nPrlg9Kp1sjz1MehKdibO-Nl/s400/DSC00962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418299868939466642" border="0" /></a>Stopped by Perekrestok, the 24 Hr. mart to get something light for breakfast.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsr8FBJcqRPHLKsDZm7YLg0O0BPyHaWhgGcbYhO6j6_q2XYIRqwD58JZcFa6edLq4Zt2y9T0bW5POqqtdClLx0q90SpStHi4pWBMDjuIM0Mz-x1DsrV7AocV6lh_pQfF1xmWCFMd1n5XD/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsr8FBJcqRPHLKsDZm7YLg0O0BPyHaWhgGcbYhO6j6_q2XYIRqwD58JZcFa6edLq4Zt2y9T0bW5POqqtdClLx0q90SpStHi4pWBMDjuIM0Mz-x1DsrV7AocV6lh_pQfF1xmWCFMd1n5XD/s400/DSC00964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418299875474222338" border="0" /></a>Inches-thick snow forming a blanket over the road.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvZdV53n5Wh8ukK5u30JdUl9EiP-iGZsoTY-rXTbMmjdi2KQMvcAkxGznby1wM-gC79Urre8Kj4My-uEIGkW4LIBHq7fMlPLHWvZQDJKge6rzTQJ6lDxKB8zfeLjgdvJPZCg0SIG-t-qG/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvZdV53n5Wh8ukK5u30JdUl9EiP-iGZsoTY-rXTbMmjdi2KQMvcAkxGznby1wM-gC79Urre8Kj4My-uEIGkW4LIBHq7fMlPLHWvZQDJKge6rzTQJ6lDxKB8zfeLjgdvJPZCg0SIG-t-qG/s400/DSC00965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418299885401158482" border="0" /></a>My campus.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIYPnbY0ShyGePotxkgZV_JoxfsZYNcB4FiybKe6_rJ-a0TJxNDdzAdGGwghka2HkiwZC5pqOpvCfSbhix6s1KNWg3wZ4skYvEARAf27vgSIGSbDkLCEcEuhzAtL2vgsvmmKJhjBIoNpl/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIYPnbY0ShyGePotxkgZV_JoxfsZYNcB4FiybKe6_rJ-a0TJxNDdzAdGGwghka2HkiwZC5pqOpvCfSbhix6s1KNWg3wZ4skYvEARAf27vgSIGSbDkLCEcEuhzAtL2vgsvmmKJhjBIoNpl/s400/DSC00966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418299887355712658" border="0" /></a>Campus, from a different angle. Yes, that is a Christmas tree in front of the main entrance. How thoughtful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCch1kpiKEos82BgVL66gHAESX96vfxyrisIevV2Ct2A2LlAFIeTazhH6NLiJaFDj12wOhtsA5YjZZ1qUuEj9CjmOr_-oDPFEbZBP7L0AsCDEW0iZ0evXbNjrOs69mRuoANKOXYXZB5HYh/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCch1kpiKEos82BgVL66gHAESX96vfxyrisIevV2Ct2A2LlAFIeTazhH6NLiJaFDj12wOhtsA5YjZZ1qUuEj9CjmOr_-oDPFEbZBP7L0AsCDEW0iZ0evXbNjrOs69mRuoANKOXYXZB5HYh/s400/DSC00967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418299891118869970" border="0" /></a>Groupmates, in front of the Morphology Department.<br /><br />Cold? A little. But I just dont find a purpose in wearing those long johns brought all the way from Malaysia. It's not that cold. Really. -28'C sounds a little absurd, but it's not cold at all. The wind, however, is the main culprit. Having cold air around you, and having cold air blowing directly at you are two different situations.<br /><br />Lazy to continue the post for today. Let's just see if I'll be going to Red Square tomorrow, but the truth is I'm feeling extraordinarily lazy to even set my right foot out of my room. The nice, cold & comfortable weather is causing that. You can't blame me for it.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />First the Earth was flat<br />But it fattened up when we didn't fall off<br />Now we spin laps around the Sun<br />Oh the gods lost 2-1<br />The host of Heaven pointed out to us from light years away<br />We're surrounded by a billion galaxies<br /><br />Things are not always, things are not always how they seem<br />Will you be ready (will you be ready?)<br /><br />The interim of life has got you tiptoed and pinning all your hopes on the top dog of dreams<br />You're not alone in this<br />The polyfilla way looks strong in the weakness of the gaps<br /><br />Things are not always, things are not always how they seem<br />They don't turn out always, don't quite turn out always how we think<br />Will we be ready (will we be ready?)<br /><br />I'm dying to know what's in your head<br />I'm dying to know how it all got in there<br />I'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all<br />I'm dying to know, tell me is it my fault?<br /><br />And I care about you darling<br /><br />And I care about you<br />Course I care about you<br />More than anyone else<br /><br />Things are not always, things are not always how they seem<br />They don't turn out always, don't quite turn out always how we think<br />Will we be ready?<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />2 - 1 - Imogen Heap.<br /><br />-MXV-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-91062439335774075652009-12-06T04:52:00.005+03:002009-12-06T06:49:54.025+03:00Sexy BitchIgnore the title for this post, for once. I'm feeling very very ecstatic & delirious from the amount of torture & pressure that I'm currently going through. I've had exams & tests 3 weeks in a row, & I'm not getting any breaks yet. Still, I'm here to update this blog just so that you guys wouldn't lose interest & get disappointed with the decreasing amount of posts over the time. Pathetic, huh? Yes, I'm here to, uh, well.. I'd rather say, 'share' my worst fears that are building up. Fears, of living in Moscow. The cases & incidents that I am going to tell you are based on true stories, I didn't make them up.<br /><br />Third month into the fourth of my life here in Moscow, & I've seen enough to weaken my knees & fear of the worst happening every single time I set foot out of my hostel.<br /><br />As most of my die-hard readers know, the other day I saw a dead body at the traffic light, & I was horrified at the sight of it & the fact that nobody gives a damn about that dead man. I thought that was it. I thought that was all. I was wrong. I was so wrong.<br /><br />About 2 weeks ago, a train from Moscow to St. Petersburg was bombed & derailed. Deaths & injuries were reported, Google it up for the exact number.<br /><br />And yes, the same incident happened two years ago, where a train was bombed & also derailed on the very same route, Moscow - St. Petersburg.<br /><br />In April 2007, about 3 years ago, foreign students were told to stay in their dorms to prevent unwanted attacks on Adolf Hitler's birthday, which is on the 20th of April. Yes, racist attacks.<br /><br />A few of my friends that went to the Manchester Utd. vs. Russia football match managed to escape from mobs that went berserk & attacked foreigners at the stadium after the Russian team lost.<br /><br />4 days ago, my friend was robbed while he was buying a <i>shaurma </i>near a supermarket. He lost his phone & about 3000 roubles in cash, which converts into about RM 350. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt.<br /><br />About 3 days ago, I was informed that a man was murdered near the M1 building, & the body was dumped on the Metro railway tracks & a train ran over it.<br /><br />Things like this happens every single day. Road rage is common, I've seen people getting down of their cars & fighting in the middle of the road. Every single day, something happens & people die without valid reasons, & at times they die an unwilling death. I'm just so paranoid, so afraid till I couldn't care more. I can't be bothered anymore by things like this.<br /><br />Of course I've not forgotten about the winter pics that I've promised. But not now. Blame it on global warming, ya? Snowing had just begun, and I'm still waiting for the inch-thick snow cover to form before taking pictures of them beautiful sceneries. No, that ain't typo. In a week's time, my fellow readers.<br /><br />And yes, even with all the safety issues aside, I've managed to find a little bit of comfort & company here. Some dramatic friends I've made with their dramatic stories. Their love lives, their studies, their issues with their own friends or even room-mates which seems to be more important than their up & coming exams. Drama, drama & more drama. Yes, definitely.. It's not that bad after all, there are good things that are happening around me, which I really appreciate. Things that cheered me up, well, at least by a little. I'm not being over-proud of myself, but.. I have a friend here, & upon discovering my collection of songs & techno, club-style tracks & the songs that I introduce to him, he told me that he 'trust my taste in picking the finest tracks, which is comparable to picking a needle out of a stack of hay'. I'm offered a task by a senior; to be the DJ for the up & coming Christmas gathering-cum-party which will be held on the 19th of December by the Malaysian Christian Fellowship. I feel honoured. I really am. But I do also have my own worries; it's been years since I last played songs for gatherings. I really don't wanna screw up & ruin the whole Christmas experience for them. Yet, I'll be more than just glad to be able to play for them. Never thought that I'd be bringing the whole DJ-ing thing here, all the way from Malaysia. Music & me? Inseparable.<br /><br />Thanks for listening to my rants, and sorry for the delayed post. Pictures will be up soon, I promise. Here ya'll go, one of my personal favourites.<br /><br />Sexy Bitch - David Guetta feat. Akon.<br /><br />-MXV-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379261378848157521.post-83462453937573717482009-11-04T21:46:00.005+03:002009-11-05T01:03:14.279+03:00I Don't CareWoke up one morning, looked out the window of my pitiful squarish prison-like cell, known to the Malaysian students of Russian State Medical University here as their 'hostel' or 'home'. Ahh, the firsts of snow. The grass is covered by snow. Forming a blanket on cars and roofs. It's snowing. It's cool, and at the same time, it's cold.<br /><br />How am I supposed to survive the rest of winter? God knows, but I shall try.<br /><br />Maybe this will keep me warm for the coming months. To my fellow Malaysian friends, don't be jealous. This is the only thing that I'm thankful for, and appreciate dearly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedtest.net/result/599236042.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.speedtest.net/result/599236042.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, I don't have to be reminded of this. I will, of course, take pictures of Red Square in winter. Soon.<br /><br />I Don't Care - Apocalyptica feat. Adam Gontier.<br /><br />-MXV-MXVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895614094060276509noreply@blogger.com0