Dear Lecturer,
The only thing i can say about God is this.
I pray to God for strength, He gave me trials.
I pray to God for obedience, He sent me temptations.
I pray to God for patience, He send me Fakhisan aka you the lecturer.
Amen.
Regards,
Benny.
Woke up feeling afraid and confuse. I just had the most disturbing dream... which I now vaguely remember... But the feeling of pain is so overwhelming it swallows me in and grab onto me even I after I am awake. I tried to go back to sleep, trying to clutch on to some of the broken pictures, find my way back into the shattered pieces...
Lying on my bed with my eyes closed, I tried to recall what I've dreamt of.
Nothing... Just the feeling of loss and pain.
And I miss Ben. A brother whom I love dearly and always will. It's been so long since we've actually spoken. Still remember how we used to spend our days together. Doing silly stuff together. Or simply lying on the bed, sharing about almost anything in life, laughing and crying, supporting and encouraging each other.
Those were the days... which I've grown to miss more and more these days. Especially when he's back but I don't get to spend time with him.
I can already feel that we are drifting further apart. I no longer know him like I have used to... or have I? I'm not sure anymore. I guess he knows me better. He has grown smarter and brighter. Independent and strong. I admire him. I look up to him. I seek guidance in him. Sometimes even strength to move on and strive harder in life.
Sometimes, it frustrates me, when he see through my weaknesses. It breaks my heart when I can no longer help him in his problems. I can no longer be his big sister to protect him like I used to. Instead, I add onto his problems. Sometimes I even "torment" him in some ways. I know I did, and I know why. But I love him, no lesser than before, only more...
Sometimes I wish to turn back time, when I am his big sister and he's my little brother. The little brother I play masak-masak with. The little brother who beg to hold my barbie dolls. The little brother who scream out my name when he see me running ahead. The little brother who hold onto my hand and look up to me when he got himself surrounded by mean kids or bossy adults. The little brother whos hands are small and would lie onto my lap when he's sleepy. The little brother who wants to sleep over after having a bad dream...
Am I being selfish??
I know that someday soon, we will grow and lead our life. We will have our own agendas and plans in life. We might even part. But in my heart, he'll always be my little brother. The little brother that I'll always love, care and stand by.
Love lots too sis. Take care. Miss you too. And that silly dance by Ah Rou.. Makes me smile when I think of that. Wanna hug hug punch punch him. <3 to all at home.
Life, with so many things pending isn't as easy as it seems. Wanting to strive harder for things to get better, yet at the same time wanting to take a break from all the busy routines. Who designed this routine for us anyway?
I wish for better days ahead. I wish for the blue sky ahead. On a grassy hill i sat, looking up at the birds soaring free. That's when i noticed how humans are trapped in little cages they build for themselves. Always wanting to climb higher, run further, without noticing the cage they put themselves into. It's like a bad dream, no matter how fast you run, how hard you hide, you're always inside that bad dream, with the bad guys always just a step behind you.
I wish to leap, leaping out of the invincible barriers, overcoming impossibilities, surpassing that little faith our timid selves carry.
But what can i do when we're stuck in this system called education. What can we do when it's not for us to decide. The conventional way is always the better one just like how wolves run in packs, humans too assimilates into the very system they design which limits their own potentials.
Who's bold enough to stand up for himself turning against the entire human race? Who's strong enough to carry the lonesome pain going against their love ones, people they care, people who have high hopes on them? Who's tough enough to put through all this emotions running into the darkness without a torch?
When will this cynical system stop its cycle?
Better days, that's all i ask for. And i sincerely wish for you to be in this with me. Would you?
Disclaimer : Vulgarities included.This post is for Michelle only. If you think you are not Michelle, please do yourself good and skip it.
Dear Michelle,
Why is it that every time when i read your blog i surely laugh like hell? It's bloody funny you know, reading stuffs you write about yourself which isn't exactly true.
It's like watching a person syok sendiri which looks so dumb to me. Damn. I shouldn't. My bad. But i just can't stand it, can i?
Now is it just me, or others feel the same too? Sometimes i wonder. Am i the only one that is being bias and have prejudice over your particular blog? I don't know but if you would just give me a minute, this is what i think. Sincerely. From the bottom of my heart.
Stop bragging about something you don't own. Stop acting as if people care when nobody gives a damn at all. Stop writing stuff that makes me laugh till my jaw drops. I am really begging you to stop.
And it is so clear your intentions to brag about the life you doesn't have but dream of every day and night. The way you play with words acting like you are on the top of the world when the fact remains that you are not even near it. The truth is, if you are not there, you are just not there. And it's obvious to people around you, so stop acting so I'm-smart-pretty-popular-rich-and-you-can-eat-my-shit!
Especially the items which you love to show cast on your blog with a picture caption that reads "WOW! IT"S EXPENSIVE! IT"S ONE OF A KIND!!" Or the food picture which you'll go "WAH SO DELICIOUS AND THEY LOOK SO PRETTY!!!" Without forgetting to add on in the next line the price of the items which is reeeeaaaalllly expensive.
Honestly, I think you kena con or what lor. Cuz they don't at all look like they even cost half the price you bought it. THEY LOOK LIKE SHIT!
I'm going nuts... Never mind, lets continue and finish this.
Another thing, just so you know, if you updated your blog, people who are interested will visit and read them. YOU DON"T HAVE TO BLOODY ANNOUNCE IT TO EVERYONE ASKING THEM TO READ AND COMMENT ON IT!! And worse still, after people read it, you ask people to re-read. Why? Cause got new comments by other people there. =.= You see, OTHER THAN YOU, NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THAT OK??
Oh and, this is very very important. Please don't write something like this anymore. "Today, X ask me if i'm sick, then X say will bring me medicine. I insisted don't want, but he forced me. So no choice i accepted lor." Or this. "Yesterday, Z did something very sweet. I wanted to write it here, but in the end, i still think it's better to keep it to myself. Hmm.. He's so sweet!!!"
If you really don't want people to know about something, then erase that prologue which you act as if "ter" type ok? It's not like talking which you might tersaid sth, but if you tertype, there's an invention called "backspace" on your bloody keyboard ok?
Stop acting so mysterious and secretive. Cuz from all i noe, it might be you who complain to X so many gazillion times about you being sick so he gave you med to shut you up. Z might just gave you a polite smile when you walk pass and you as usual syok sendiri and think too much. And yes, this is exactly how you'll act if you haven't notice yet.
I do agree that everyone deserves a chance. A chance to be confident about themselves. A chance to feel good about themselves. But please don't overdo it. When nobody says a thing, it doesn't mean that you can continue misusing that chance, cause it's simply nauseating and soon turning disgusting.
So stop please. With utmost respect and sincere intention i'm pleading you to stop. Stop trying so badly to become somebody you are not. Be yourself.
Regards,
Ben.
Ps: Oh btw, thanks for the laughter you provide me with your hooha bloggie. But my stomach really can't take it anymore, it cramps and it hurts. Damn.. I'm still laughing..
Pss: I apologize to all readers for the sarcastic tone of mine which i am not at all proud of. Bear with me just for this post pls.
Sometimes i get so used to you it becomes a habit. It's something i never want to admit but i know it's true. It's just so convenient to turn to you when i'm down. So convenient to just pick up my phone to give you a call knowing that i'll definitely feel better after.
Everything we say, every thought we share it just comes so naturally. When the fact is it's not at all natural. Why would i wake you up for work when i barely slept half an hour ago? And then i'll continue my sleep knowing that you'll wake me up for class later on? It's abnormal.
Why there's so much to say to you when i hardly can think of a proper conversation with any other person for that matter? I run out of topic pretty fast, everyone knows that, i'm not good in making little conversations. Yet, we can hang on the phone for hours like this. It's abnormal.
The best part is, even when i run out of topic, i can just continue doing my work while hanging on the phone with you. Listen to you breathe, listen to you sleep. Listen to you rant about your work, gossip about your colleagues, your boss, listen to your voice mumbling something incomprehensible as you doze off slowly into your dreams. It's abnormal.
Never like to talk about my mundane stuff to anyone. Would just skip it even if people were to ask. Too lazy to elaborate petty stuffs like my life. Yet, i never get tired telling you things knowing that you'll never get tired listening to me, never get tired listening to you knowing that you'll never get tired talking to me. Never once. It's not exactly normal. It's abnormal.
Remember once when we were in the mall, you almost subconsciously held my hand, which you noticed right after and turned to grabbing my arm instead. I noticed it too. It's freaking abnormal to do something abnormal like this so naturally. It's abnormal.
Yet everything seems so natural. That's the part that i don't quite get. Do you get me?
Remember my beloved watch?? Watch this..
Can you tell which is real??
Okay okay.. I photoshoped the second picture. Apparently, I dropped my watch on the floor that day, and it's minute hand dropped off.
GONE!!
So the next time you ask me the time, I can only answer you this.
"2 something"
"3 plus"
"roughly 4"
Or if I'm in the wee mood that day, I'll say this.
"It's between 2 and 3, go figure!"
Don't get offended, cause I really tried my best. =)
Apparently Nuffnang decided to give me two Hancock tix for free!!
So I watched it last night in Cineleisure.
The movie was so so only honestly. Not like how I expected it to be - a Blast! However, anybody with a couple of free time like me should catch it, after all it's from the all time favorite Will Smith yeah?
Anyway, so I met Robb there as I was collecting my complimentary tickets, and he said:" So you are that notorious benny sia?"
NOTORIOUS?? Wakakakka..
I guess I am..
Bennysia.com has been up for 3 weeks now. Considering it's unique visitors, it hits peak at 2.8k per day, the day that Kenny Sia links me on his blog.
And currently, it's fluctuating from 350-550 unique visitors daily depending whether I update.
So now, many ask why did I start that bloody asslike blog, I say it's for fun lar. Really. It's fun. You get to see people reacting over small things you posted. Criticizing you. Some will flame you teruk-teruk. Then another bunch of readers will flame them back. When the truth is none of these readers know me in person. Isn't that funny?
And all you do is sit back and laugh admiring at how easily-influenced people get at times.
But the truth remains, it's still an asslike blog. So don't read it peeps, you'll regret for wasting your time there. It's only for me to enjoy my free time, but not you.
Wipe my ass and off I go..
Ok. So I watched made of honor 3 days ago. And it's really fun to watch and had a good laugh, despite the fact that I had to tahan chics screaming for Mc Dreamy every now and then throughout the movie. [exaggerations used.]
Anyway, nothing more and nothing less from what I'd expected for chics flicks like that. Cool happy ending as usual. But it was really funny and I guess everyone loves that show.
Then I was back at the cinema yesterday for Angelina Jolie's boobs Wanted. It sucks.
At 1st, Angelina decided to bend it like Beckham with her gun, so the bullet actually curved and hit the target behind an obstacle. Well, to certain extend, I can still make do with that.
Then, almost at the ending part, she decided to do a boomerang trick and the bloody bullet she shot to her left went a whole round killing 6 guys before it comes back for her suicide.
Really, if Einstein was in the cinema, he would die of heart attack other than the nose bleed(due to her boobs).
If you were to title your show as Spiderman, or Superman, or worst to worst Hancock, and do something like that I would still understand. But "Wanted"!! It's just not right!! 
I mean even Stephen Chow warns you that his shows are comedy by that stupid look of his before you enter the cinema. But "Wanted" was just simply lame.
Being an engineering student and a future engineer, I was basically exhausted after the movie. Unable to comprehend the creativity of the director and perhaps the script writer.
Did a bloody dumb decision to click on a link I should never touch. I regretted.
I have a very controversial and confusing self. Due to my overwhelming ego, I conveniently bookmark a page I shouldn't some long time ago. So that every once a while when I am left alone late night unable to sleep, I can click into it looking for another epic of self assurance, browse the page, and then leave with a broad smile on my face glad that I'm able to tell myself that I don't feel a thing. Simply emotionless.
I'm satisfied with my own ability to withstand every emotion that's trying to tear me apart inside just to feed my ego. A brilliant way to hide my timid self I would say. I succeed each time. Convinced. But come to think of it now, it's mere stupidity honestly, it simply shows how small and timid I really am isn't it.
It's like when I was young, I was really afraid of height. But not wanting to submit to that fear, I would then go on hanging bridges, tall buildings, and even sat on Solero, just to prove myself able. Now, I simply enjoy that excitement height provides. That was the fear I overcame due to stupidity and ego. Ego makes you stronger sometimes. And I suck on my own ego lots.
Anyway, back to tonight, I click on it again. I am shaken. I simply don't understand why am I shaken this time. Why now? I knew it all along way before. It's not like I'm unprepared. And I've been through it so many times before and came out fine. So why now?
It's just another glorious episode of mine where I soar slightly higher than I was before I used to think. But deep down, I am uncertain.
It's always easy to convince yourself that you don't need things you can't get. It's even easier to give up on dreams that have been crushed. When you start telling yourself that you don't care, it's like building a shelter of protection which provides your timid self a place to hide. It's just a matter of time when you have to come out from that cover and face reality.
I thought I'd given up. Did I? Maybe I am still able to feel like before. Maybe I still have that little faith in me, deep inside. Maybe I still want that dream. That dream I dreamt of each time I close my eyes. It’s crushed now. By the many hands of others and perhaps my own.
But am I going to reconstruct that dream I have once given up. I rephrase. A dream I thought I’ve given up. I still don't have an answer to that yet.
The truth is, giving up is simply much convenient still. Pleasurable too.
Maybe, just maybe.
Sleepless nights. It's a kind of addiction I can never quit.
Good morning world..
There's a whole world of me, I wish to pour on you like a bucket of paint we mix, into a color of rainbow juice higher than that tower, where rainbow soars above slightly higher than your testimonial of love for me, as it's not about the emotions, the eruption you make believe but leave today, together we'll soar higher again and again, it's all about that eruption of senses and motions with another night of merciless embrace, that warmth and a little bit of you and pieces of me thinking about bits of you lying with me and that sheets of letter and I'll take away everything comprehendible, stop understanding the complexity of it all, and now take a deep breathe and just let yourself fall, let your body do the talking and just watch as I run my fingers on the keyboard, you'll watch me tap tap tap the sound of water fall fall fall into the skies above so wide wide wide it'll never stop so just fall, into me you'll fall, I will I promise to catch you at the end of it all, if there's an ending after all which I doubt so you'll just fall and watch and fall and watch and fall and watch me tap tap tap on this keyboard continuing this everlasting story of rainbows, and you and finally me and you and me we'll soar... Oh breathe..
Wanna know about random people's secret thoughts? What they do when nobody is looking? Or better still, what they think deep inside?
Here's something across the net that I find very interesting.
It is a page that publishes postcards that people send to them. And on these post cards, people write down their secret thoughts that they wish to share with the world anonymously.
I find it really interesting as some of the things you see here may seem to be really outrages or simply crazy, but deep down you know you once thought that way too.
More here.
Tired of hours of waiting for downloading a song with torrent or whatever software you are currently using? Try this:
Been reading this cool site for quite some time now, and as I was doing my normal round there, I was shocked when I saw this post by MR Xniquet.
It says that you can basically search for whatever files you want through google search box., and what's better is that you can download straight from the directory, sort of like stealing people's file to me. So if you wanna try it, do it at your own risk, and hope we don't meet behind bars tomorrow.
Here's what you need to do. Go to google page. At the search box, type in:
"intitle:index of" mp3 vertical horizon
for example.
Click on whichever link comes up. You'll be surprised you actually have the whole directory to yourself. Browsing through people's stuff can be really addictive. So again, browse at your own risk.
Now try something else instead of mp3, ebook or movies maybe?
The golden rule is simple:
1) Ask and you'll receive.
2) What you see is what you get.
It's Download day for Firefox where they are launching the all new Firefox 3 web browser in an attempt to set a world record as the most software downloaded in 24 hours!!
I just checked the stats and it's 26,520 for malaysia over a total downloads of 6,942,340 around the globe.
It's features are cool, with supercool gadgets and add-ons, but this time around they provide you with something else, an elegant touch on it's design.
I've downloaded mine!! Where's yours?
Wanna be part of this BIG THING??
Join here!!!
ALWAYS SUPPORTING FIREFOX AND IT NEVER FAILS!!
It's been more than 2 years now since I started this blog. Remember I started it as a place to let out my emotions and mostly rants when I 1st came to UTP. Immature self.
Yet come to think of it, it was really tough for me as I always find it difficult to really speak to anyone in uni. Have lotsa friends that i can talk to and speak to but when it comes to emotionally attached issues as well as the more personal touches, there really isn't anyone to talk to. Moreover, any UTP students will know that it's hard to talk on the phone cause the line sucks big time and MSN is just another fantasy over there which makes contacting friends from the outside even harder than ever.
Now it's been 2 years plus with so many things happened and past, so many people come and go, so many happy times, sad moments and bittersweet memories. Sometimes I do find it convenient to recapture these moments by simply browsing through the archive section on my blog.
Noticed that from a ranting hideout of mine, it became a scrapbook, just that its digital and sometimes there really are limitations to how well you can capture every expression, every thought, and every emotions digitally. You can't draw sketches of beautiful morning suns like when you are 5 years old with a world so full of sweets and candies, and you can't probably sketch pictures of poo with a fly above it when you are down.
Can't scribble random words, random pictures, random stuff that you can't even tell what it is, like how you could with a real scrapbook. Can't fuck around writing about the pretty girl who decided to attend class with miniskirt that morning, complain about the lecturer who cut your marks for sleeping, and certainly can't complain about how your mom's cooking sucks since anything digital is volatile. They spread like wildfire and explode like the big bang. Oh and, mommies nowadays read and write blogs too.
Anyway, back to my blog, it started with no readers, as I thought it should be some sort a secret, till my friends found out about my blog, and people started linking me. That's when I started posting like how many choose to live their life-only portraying the good things while hiding the darker side.
But I don't want to live mine like that. I wanna live my life how I want it to be. And there's no point looking back at those people who only remember to live their hypocrite life and poke your back once a while when they have nothing better to do.
As much as I don't want to live like that, I don't want to blog like that either. And sometimes I wonder, what will happen if the dark secrets explodes? What if, they found me bare naked and chained with my sins and guilt and shame? Lying unwanted with my flaws and ego and perhaps a broken heart? Will people smirk at me? Or will they offer me a helping hand, wash me and cloth me as a man still? Will people look at me differently with different shades? Or will they like me more for me being true and honest with who I am?
It's been too many fucking years now, we live as hippocrates due to simple fear of rejection because the world is shallow and cruel. Where's the loving world that we're told to build since young? Where's the love that we used to tell our children in bedtime stories? Where's the kind-hearted rather than all two faced creatures that we've trained ourselves to become as to survive in this crazy world?
Is the world sane? Or am i insane?
And so, i wasn't online these few nights, busy partying, drinking and later vomit my ass off.
Dewar's in Maison on thursday. Stole the pic from Liwei.
Went up to genting on friday.
Dinner in Gohtong.
Stone with statue in 1st world. Gay with the EMO-ers at the garden.
Swing and sky berry for the night.
Still sober at this moment and please don't ask me what happened after that. I don't remember.
Anyway, the next day just as i thought i've had enough party time, the crew ask for another round.
Ended up in a fren's house finishing up a whole damn bottle of HARDY VSOP with slightly more than half a bottle of coke.
Yes.
I know.
I can see my liver turning black.
Ok. Despite the fact that she's hot(can't c the face so cant say she's pretty) and she's a malaysian, that's not the main reason i posted this.
But but, can anyone tell me what is the singer saying every now and then in the song? It kinda interrupted the song everytime and what i heard seems like:
"Benny Sei"-->translation: Die benny
Damn, why curse me?? What you guys heard??
TFK???
Spark my ass!!
Open the "PAIP"???? pipe, no? tap, no?? PAIP!!!! i should rip the paip open slowly i guess...
which i didn't quite wanna post lately. Don't want people to get my emo-ness. Haih.. Y would anyone miss my emo posts? Don't understand but here you go.
the dawn hurts more than night i just realize
u poisoned me with all your love n pass me by
waking up with the scent of your skin on mine
the hugs kisses n love making mornings rewind
forget bout the cup cakes n candle lights
i ain't falling for another crafted lie
staring at the morning rain outside
tell me how am i gonna wake up fine
It's been really busy for me the past week and still is. Somehow it became a routine, for me to sleep at 5am in the morning, and wake up 2pm in the noon. Unhealthy cycle it may seem.
So occupied with many things in the day, meeting ups, reading, meeting ups, online, outings and more meeting ups. And during the night, it's either mamak sessions, alcohol fests, or just another quiet night in the room with my lappie and some books to read.
On the happening nights where i would probably be home 3.30 am in the morning, finding my mom sleeping on the couch in the hall, she claims she couldn't sleep because dad was snoring too loudly, yet i know it's partly because of me, she's waiting for me. That's her. 
I will usually kiss my dog good night, give my mum a hug, and ask her if she wants to sleep in my room which she never did. Washing up and all then I'll be lying on my bed staring at the glittery stars which I stick on my ceiling years ago. Sometimes, it's easy and I'll just doze off once my head hits the pillow. Other times, it's a matter of trying to fall asleep.
The quiet nights would be me staying in my room online chatting with friends, surfing some boring pages, and finally when everyone goes to sleep looking forward to another busy day tomorrow, I will be the only one up and still wide awake. Recently, I find myself enjoying the quiet nights reading some novels on my bed. Taking some personal time to relax without worrying bout any datelines to meet.
But it all comes when the clock strikes 4-ish in the morning when I finally decided to switch off the lights to sleep. Bits of images of what happen during the day starts screening through in my mind, sometimes the past and future comes in to play as well.
I still think a lot during bed time, even after I realize this last few years and is trying to change since then, it stays. 
Sometimes, I still see you in my head. Every bit of details remains. Every bit of you remains. Every single tone of your voice rings in my head. As if we never grew up and still stay in that time of innocence.
Sometimes I see portions of a family in a big house, two kids and the mom preparing their bags for school in the morning, right before a man came down the stairs in suits and tie with a briefcase held tight in his hands. Kiss her and the kids goodbye before he leaves for work somewhere along the busy streets where the air of tension smells. That's me in future I think.
Sometimes I see sis and I all grown up in working suits, catching up in some coffee house in the mall after months of not seeing each other, my parents weren't anywhere in the pictures anymore.
There are also times when I see pictures of a kid who looks like me having fun with his sis and family, sometimes it's a picnic at the garden, sometimes at the river where we used to catch small fishes with hand held nets. Sometimes its at the play ground somewhere in lake garden, and other times, it just pop up and gone the next second replaced by other bits of happy moments. But no matter what, his sister is always there playing with him. =)
Hugging tight to the red big bolster, still trying to sleep, emotions stirred. Mixed. Slowly, I'll doze off and wake up to another afternoon with a pack of rice left on the dining table for my lunch.
The phone rang, I answered, changed, and off I go again and the cycle repeats.
Were chatting on gtalk as i sit here in starbucks replying Mel's Challenge, the conversation goes like this:
fuhan87: who is ....(name censored)??
Benny: just some fren
fuhan87: wtf, i go stalk your friendster, haha
Benny: (she's) not in my frenster pls, go get a facebook
Benny: get a life, get a facebook
fuhan87: ..... how to add you
Benny: benny sia
After half an hour...
Fuhan87: saw osama bin laden when i search for benny sia in facebook, add me
Benny: huh?
Then he sent me a picture which looks like this:
A closer look:
WTF??????
Benny: @!#$%^%$@#
fuhan87: haha
fuhan87: don't angry la, you are one handsome osama hahah
Benny: damn u
fuhan87: don't damn me please, i am your good friend
-ends-
I haven't eaten any ice cream for god knows how long. I strongly believe that ice creams have that ability to lighten your heavy burden souls, carve a smile on your face and gives a tingling sensation which brings out the happy memories and happy thoughts in a person. That's how i picture ice creams.
Every kid loves ice creams. There's a kid in everyone of us. Everyone of us love ice creams. True?? Maybe..
There's this friend of mine who loves telling ghost stories to her friends which includes me. One day some long long time ago, i asked if she would be kind enough to tell me a story. N so she picked a ghost story which i need to trade with an ice cream treat.
Though her ghost stories often sounds more funny than scary, it still keeps me awake preparing for tests and finals at night. And the ice cream deal remains only as a deal since we hardly get a chance to meet up.
Finally today, after years and months of waiting,
the ice cream deal was finally settled along with another funny ghost story from her. *Laughs*
N right after dinner, another friend of mine, Irene, offers another ice cream treat, so much for everybody loves ice cream. N please never go to metro prima for its Baskin Robins, so not appetizing at all. We went there for ice cream, but after seeing the outlet with the remaining ice creams in each container, we ended up in starbucks.Or Apple pies, whatever. But what could be sweeter than a friend whom you never meet or contact for years, suddenly pop out in front of you and the next thing you know, you're sitting there with her reminiscing the days when you were kids playing sands and eating candies?
And what could be sweeter than finding out the following day that she actually wrote a whole post about me in her blog? From how we met during kindergarden days, till we graduated, working and till today, that's how a friend remembers you in her life. Sweet isn't it?
Ah.. She's funny with a handful of hyped up craziness, and she's definitely fun to hang out with. I'm glad we met again.
I own a rip-curl surfer's watch as a birthday gift 5 years ago. It stays with me and went through all my exams and interview sessions since then.
People use to ask me why am i wearing a belt watch rather than a metal chained one, and there are times when i feel like owning one of those chained watches as i see some really elegant ones in the malls. But this old faithful watch of mine seems so versatile that i never get a chance to change to a new one at all. I've dropped it, smashed it with my car door, bath with it, and it always survives no matter what.
Of course, i've changed its belt a couple of times, as they worn out after a year or so. The batteries too, changed a couple of times now, but the watch itself, it works just fine.
What's the problem of wearing a belt watch? Watches used to play it's role in representing a man's ego, portraying his personality, class, status and achievements. Does it really matters? A billionaire doesn't bring along with him a billion dollar wherever he goes, but he just has that something which makes him appeal to the rest as a billionaire.
And nowadays, u'll never know who owns that biggie and who's just another bragged ass hole who's only loud in boasting basing on appearance solely. It's dangerous to judge a book by its cover.
And guess what, as i was flipping through the newspaper, i saw this article and found out that all the big shots wear belt watches. Hyped.
The world is changing. The trend is changing. And i love my watch.
1) Chelsea's One in a Million- Roman Abramovich wears plastic digital model.
2)THE PRESIDENT- Tony Blair with swatch.
3) THE WARLORD- Bush with budget model.
*pictures above abstracted from The Stars.
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