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Malaysian state stereotypes

Stephano — Wed, 13 Mar 2013 21:56:18 +0800

Perlis - ?

Kedah - ?

Penang - bad drivers

Perak - ?

Kelantan - religion fanatics, football hooligans

Terengganu - Malay 3gp

Melaka - ?

Pahang - radioactive

N9 - feminist culture

Kl - ?

Selangor - never enough water

Johor - bad royals

Sabah - treeland

Sarawak - taib's treeland empire

Labuan - forever irrelevant

Wheelchair donation / Free wheelchair application

Stephano — Sat, 09 Mar 2013 22:45:20 +0800

A friend is in need of a wheelchair for her semi-bedridden mother.

It would be much easier to buy one, of course. Unfortunately, she is a student and both of her parents are not working. Her father is not in a condition like other normal and capable people. Her financial situation is pretty tight. She drives her mother to the hospital every now and then, but unfortunately borrowing the hospital's wheelchair would require her to run from the hospital building to the carpark, leaving her mother unattended (She is the only child, hence she has to do everything, from driving to carrying things and carrying her mother.)

She have asked around on where can she get a wheelchair donation, but to no avail. I have no idea how to help her. It would be helpful if anyone of you could shed some light for this girl, either suggesting places of where she can apply for a free wheelchair, or personal donation of second-hand wheel chair.

Your help will me much appreciated.

Malaysian students' English proficiency

Stephano — Thu, 07 Mar 2013 21:01:10 +0800

Calling all bronies

Stephano — Thu, 07 Mar 2013 13:33:06 +0800

[YOUTUBE]UJKOFMUGq2E[/YOUTUBE]

[@mambangafro]

So how's it like getting ridden by a bear?

Are you for real?!

Stephano — Wed, 06 Mar 2013 22:14:52 +0800

Worth to be meme-fied

The reality with girls

Stephano — Wed, 06 Mar 2013 17:45:34 +0800

Are you a gentleman?

Stephano — Wed, 06 Mar 2013 15:57:10 +0800

What is it?

Stephano — Sun, 03 Mar 2013 22:14:44 +0800

1.

2.

Something strange had been happening lately

Stephano — Fri, 01 Mar 2013 21:46:02 +0800

I am not the kind of person who believes in 'supernatural' stuff, thus I always try to find scientific reasoning behind everything strange that occurs in my life.

This year however, a string of so called 'bad luck' had been happening to me since February.

- In this week alone, I have spilled, dropped (and broke) more or less ELEVEN glasses, mugs and teacups. I dropped and broke mugs while i was washing them in the sink. I dropped and broke glass while I was holding them and talking to someone. I dropped and broke teacups (warm, not hot ones) while it was just inches away from my mouth, i dropped cups while I was drinking the water in it. I dropped the mugs while I just took them off the shelf, OR while putting them into the shelf. Water spilled everywhere of course: on the floor, on my rug, on my shirt, on my pants, on my face. This had been going on continuously for about 3 weeks, and i will definitely spill something in about 1 or 2 days. I had to resort to plastic cups, but it fell and water spilled anyway.

- I woke up automatically earlier than I used to: 5am, when I usually wake up at 6am. I felt this strange cold sensation on both of my feet, from my foot to the middle of my calf. It's almost like I've soaked my feet into a bucket of water for the whole night as I was asleep. The rest of my body felt completely warm and normal, while that area felt strangely cooler than the rest.

- I always felt this weird sensation of water dripping on different parts of my body. Not like a heavy sprinkle, but more like 2 or 3 drops of water at each time. I felt it on the back of my neck sometimes when I was reading in my room, cutting fruits in the kitchen, or even while I'm working on something. Felt it in the middle of my palm when I was laying face-up, felt it on my arms during the most random times. (while I am ironing my shirt or while I'm watching tv)

That's all that happened. I could be imagining things with the dripping water or the cold feet, and the consistent chain of water spillage may have been pure coincidences. But it's been going on for a month now. I'm kind of scared to imagine that this will never end, or perhaps take a turn for the worse.

What's going on?

People liking songs because they're 'different'

Stephano — Thu, 28 Feb 2013 16:16:21 +0800

The Lumineers - Ho Hey

Am I the only one who doesn't find this song amusing at all?

The mystery behind Starbucks logo

Stephano — Tue, 26 Feb 2013 09:50:51 +0800

[YOUTUBE]yG1Nd6dm_wg[/YOUTUBE]

World War 3 : It begins

Stephano — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 21:20:29 +0800

How do you think it would happen?

*speculation*

~~America invades middle east~~
Israel have feud with US, tries to conquer middle east for their own
Full Fledge war in African states
Sulu invades Sabah, Indonesia invades Sarawak
Phillipines joins forces with Sulu
North Korea invades South Korea
South Korea ask America for assistance
North Korea and China join forces
China takes over Burma Vietnam Laos and Mongolia
South America (Drug cartel nations) invades North America
Russie invades Europe
Nobody cares about Australia

People are falling in love with Jennifer Lawrence

Stephano — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:32:07 +0800

"OMG. This dress has pockets!"
[YOUTUBE]2Kgd9zRBZdo[/YOUTUBE]

[–]Jayzero 615 points 7 hours ago
She's everything Kristen Stewart tries to be but isn't

[–]dirtybogwater 635 points 7 hours ago
She seems so normal person that accidentally starred in a big movie - esque.

[–]cHecker_oD 1736 points 8 hours ago
She seems so humble and down to earth.

[–]juicius 1901 points 7 hours ago
She did get down to earth, when she tripped and fell.

Who said an ugly asian can't score a white chick?

Stephano — Sun, 24 Feb 2013 22:01:01 +0800

The girlfriend

The boyfriend

Note : He got a lucky upgrade from Emirates from Economy to Business Class.

Unable to love someone else

Stephano — Sun, 24 Feb 2013 18:10:39 +0800

*circumstances does not include family members-

- Unable to TRULY love someone
- Unable to give love and a lot of affection for someone
- Unable to reciprocate if someone is deeply in love with you
- Unable to fully commit or trust into the relationship
- Unable to shake off the complete logical and realistical factors in a relationship
- Unable to appreciate affection from somebody else

Who here have this problem?

Bullied fat boy makes animated poetry video

Stephano — Sat, 23 Feb 2013 11:48:13 +0800

[YOUTUBE]ltun92DfnPY[/YOUTUBE]

To This Day
When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it

not really a big deal

one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body

I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been

a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home

I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”

this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises

news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname

pork chop

to this day
I hate pork chops

I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize

it does

she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog

to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing

he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit

to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity

we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell

but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong

they have to be wrong

why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
f*** off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me

of course
they did

but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.

Cr: http://www.shanekoyczan.com/

The most cheapskate (kedekut) person

Stephano — Mon, 18 Feb 2013 18:33:06 +0800

[YOUTUBE]tj_BAlbWnbk[/YOUTUBE]
[YOUTUBE]Z2sHtJFY6Ec[/YOUTUBE]
[YOUTUBE]01wdp34GYzI[/YOUTUBE]

His life's philosophy: "Never pay full price for ANYTHING"

Pen pals : Do we still have this?

Stephano — Sat, 16 Feb 2013 20:06:40 +0800

Anybody still having a pen-pal and occasionally writes to one another?

Or anybody in here have e-mail pals, where you write emails occasionally without contacting through Instant Messengers?

(I am looking for one)

Married and non singles, opinions needed

Stephano — Thu, 14 Feb 2013 21:43:32 +0800

To all married and non single people,

Have you ever had this urge to socialize intimately with another woman besides your partner?

By 'socialize intimately', it can be a sexual or non sexual relationship.

In a non sexual manner, you tend to have the urge to open up your thoughts, your insecurities and have deep meaningful conversation with another woman, and you feel the increasing need to do this as more times are spent. At the same time, you still love your partner as it is eventho you are doing this.

In a sexual manner, you have the urge to casually sleep with another woman (non prostitute), have intimate talks with her and have sex with her without having heavy feelings attached. You do this because of the urge, you don't sleep with that woman because you love her, and you still love your partner all the same.

Of course, in the eyes of some partners, these actions may be considered as betrayal and infidelity. But while doing all of this, you still love your partner deeply, your partner stays as an important factor in your life physically and emotionally.

But you do these actions because of the urge, and not because of passion.

Have you ever had these thoughts?
Please share some insights.

How many of non-fat people can do this?

Stephano — Mon, 11 Feb 2013 21:34:30 +0800