Food Review: Losan Nasi Lemak...

Reputedly one of the best nasi lemak in Brunei. The reason why it's called Losan is because it's sold from someone's residence and the building in which it's located is called Losan. Have been craving it for the past week or so and finally went to buy it tonight.

Six packs of goodness

What it looks like... Yummm...

So simple yet so satisfying and fulfilling. Only 70 cents...

Rice, hard-boiled egg, sambal, anchovies and slices of cucumber...

All well-mixed together. Notice the egg on top...


Well it's down my stomach now. Sooo satisfied... Too bad the pictures can't capture and aroma and taste of it. The pictures don't do justice. Haha. I know you miss it too so enjoy the pics, Bon.

Countdown to D-day...

Essentially 3 more days to exam time. It's been so long since my last exam and it's been so very different with this one. No lecturer nor tutorial to attend. No hot chicks in sexy nothings to look at during classes. No boring lecturer to drone on and on. No presentations nor assignments nor reports to do. Just me and the damn notes. It's been a different experience which I need to adjust to soon especially with work coming on soon. Sigh. Life is a juggling act. Miss the balls and they all fall on you and you have to start all over. Hopefully these will help with exam preparation... Hehehe...


On a different note, it's been a sad day that another one of us has fallen. I really feel for you knowing very well what you've been through, what you're going through and what you're going to go through. There's really no words to explain it nor to help it in any way except to hang in there. As many have told me before and probably many will tell you the same, which I have not believed in, time will heal.

Love...

The title of this post is Love or rather the non-existence of it. Yes you heard me right boys and girls there is NO such thing as love. I'm like the guy who tells the kids that there's no Santa Claus. I'm here to tell you why I think there's no such thing and hopefully you will think so too so that we can stop this disease from spreading. Guys only came up with the notion of love to bang the chicks and girls came up with the notion of love to get the guy's money. And that funny queasy feeling you get at the pits of your stomach when you think you're in love, NO that's not love either. That just means you're about to puke from kissing that gross mouth of his/hers.

So what do people do when they're in love? They do a lot of things they wouldn't normally do especially for him or her under the pretext of love. That's the whole point of a relationship, not love. It's to have someone do the things you can't or won't do. Examples are like to buy 'gifts' for each other cos the person can't afford it or to wash his clothes or to cook or just simple everyday chores or errands. It's having someone do them for you. It's called a relationship of convenience, another reason why long-distance relationships never work. Because that other person isn't there to do all these stuff for you any longer. Simple fact, live with it...

So what about marriage you may ask? Well marriage just means the guy has found someone he feels like fucking for the rest of his life and girls just found someone who will give her money for the rest of her life. For guys it also means a free maid and for girls a free handyman. On a side note, the definition of success for a guy is to earn more money than his wife can spend and for a woman is to find such a guy. And why do marriages last so long? Well it's simple really. Human beings being the lazy creatures that they are, just get too lazy to change things.

Finally you may ask what about parents and their kids. Well the kids are a result of their parents folly. So what have got the parents to do but to take care of their kids if not the social welfare people will be riding up their asses. Yes kids there is actually laws to punish so called bad parents so there's no such thing as love there either. And to end it off how about siblings you may ask? Well it doesn't mean that you came out from the same hole as me I've gotta give a fuck about you. _|_



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something to lighten things up...

(Got this from a friend)

The five worst things about being a penis

1. You're bald.
2. You have a hole in your head.
3. You hang around with two nuts.
4. You live next to an asshole.
5. You have this strange disease where you suddenly
stand up straight, vomit, and then fall asleep.

ANZAC Day...

They shall grow not old
As we who are left grow old
Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them

Lest We Forget

the fight begins...

Just had my first limteh session without smoking. Omg it was pure torture. Could smell the smoke, could see people smoking and could see the ashtray on the table. The feeling was horrible. My body felt weak and the nausea kicked in. Whenever I can smell the 2nd hand smoke from others it felt strangely good as if I was missing out on something. The agitation and the slight shaking of the limbs came later. I was really in pain. I felt as if I needed to punch
something/someone to let it all out. I was in need now more than ever and there was nothing/no-one to satisfy that need. it all ends with my favorite words, fuck fuck fuck...

random thoughts...

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Ramblings of an insane mind

Why does everything get blamed on you? Even if it has no link whatsoever it gets blamed on you cos you're the 'bad' person so everything gets blamed on you. People just want somebody to blame so that they can take their guilt off themselves. Or they just blame you but they don't understand the things going on underneath that problem. For example, people blame Cho the Virginia Tech killer but they don't understand what's going through his mind and just easily assume him to be a bad person. Things like these don't happen overnight. It's the like how a frog when put in a pot of cold water will sit there happily until the water boils and by then it will be too late. He will be cooked. People just look at the end product. People just look at the problem and assume things not realizing there is an underlying problem.

And it's easier on girls than on guys. Why has none of the past school shootings been girls? Is it because girls have the tendency to be less violent? Probably. But the more exact answer would be that girls have outlets to let these negative emotions out. They have their 'girlfriends', their shopping (retail therapy) and their what have they not... Basically they let out their emotions in less violent ways. On the other hand, men tend to bottle things up, keep things to themselves. They neither express it nor try to 'cure' it. When this bottle gets too full, it explodes. This is when things like school shootings or male suicides happen. Statistics have shown that for every 1 female suicide there are 4 male suicides. (http://menshealth.about.com/cs/mentalhealth/a/suicide.htm) That statistic should at least prove something. I'm not saying that this excuses everything but it's the underlying problems under the problem which everyone only look at. Cheers... _|_

Welcome to cold turkey hell...

Have anyone of you tried quitting 2 addictions at the same time? It's a fucking PAIN-IN-THE-ARSE!!! Quitting 1 is already tough enough. Quitting 2 is like having your balls kicked, your head submerged in ice cold water and your hands being placed on hot coals all at once. Worse part is there are some symptoms to which you have a cure for but for others there is no cure. You just have to ride through it. Come to think of it one of the addiction was suppose to numb the withdrawal symptoms of the other in the first place anyway but what am I to do now? WHAT AM I TO DO NOW??? #%@&*(@#&*(!@&*(&%(*!%&!*&%#&(*@

A smoker friend of mine once told me that his ex-girlfiend asked him to quit smoking and his reply was that if he was to quit, she would have to give him an addiction stronger than smoking. We all know what that means...

The end of innocence... Part 2

Well lunch time has come and gone and my dad told my mom about it and my mom just confronted me about it and asked me a few questions and gave the usual nagging. Made me feel guilty and shitty. Not sure what's more to come but probably more verbal probing. Sigh... Life can't get any worse, can it???

The end of innocence...

Today didn't start off well. Woke up around 9 something as usual. Made my usual morning coffee and went out to my house balcony to have my usual morning smoke. And lo and behold my dad came back as I was smoking. OMG!!! He came back to get something from home and luckily he was in a rush so he didn't say much. He went off soon after getting what he wanted but I'm sure there will he repercussions to come...

(to be continued)

CPA 108 Reporting and Professional Practice... Do or Die...

This is what I'm suppose to be studying. I have my first CPA Program exam on the 3rd of May and I'm totally unprepared for it. I've only sorta started studying for it less than a week ago and even then I have not really covered that much ground. I guess it's gonna be a really bitchy week ahead if I really want to pass this stuff. It's hard to study when you've got so much on your mind. You feel so distracted and to some extent 'angry' to study. You just don't have the 'patience' to study when you feel so uptight and angry and miserable all at the same time. Well nothing much to say or do now except for study. We'll all see when the results gets released on 15th June. *crosses fingers*


The first picture just shows the file of material which I'm supposed to be studying and the 2nd picture just gives you a rough idea how much 'shit' I'm suppose to go through (approx 3.5cm) and the 3rd picture just shows the dividers which separates the material into 5 modules and a case study section. And the pass rate for CPA Program is not 50% like in uni or in sch. It's approx 60-65% which is prob why people say CPA is not for everyone. For all you people out there thinking of doing CPA think again cos it ain't no easy shit. What more now I'm not even working yet and I'm already complaining. When work comes it's gonna be a struggle juggling work, studies and social life. Maybe my friend was right. What social life would an auditor in Singapore have, what more with studies to handle. We'll see...

Extreme Boredom: Mad Scientist

This is me wearing my brother's lab coat and the only tie I have (for now) and some funky looking lab goggles which I found lying around the house. This is what extreme boredom/stress can do to you.

You have two choices...

YOU HAVE TWO CHOICES

Jerry is the Manager of a restaurant. He is always in a good mood.
When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would always reply:
"If I were any better, I would be twins!"
Many of the waiters at his restaurant quit their jobs when he changed jobs,
so they could follow him around from restaurant to restaurant

Why???

Because Jerry was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was always there, telling him
how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and
asked him:

"I don't get it! No one can be a positive person all of the time. How do
you do it?"

Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, I have two
choices today. I can choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a
bad mood.

I always choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I
can choose to be victim or I can choose to learn from it. I always choose
to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their
complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I always choose
the positive side of life."

"But it's not always that easy," I protested.

"Yes it is," Jerry said.

"Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk every situation is a choice.

You choose how you react to situations.
You choose how people will affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood

"It's your choice how you live your life."

Several years later, I heard that Jerry accidentally did something you are never supposed to do in the restaurant business. He left the back door of his restaurant open. And then in the morning, he was robbed by three armed men.

While Jerry trying to open the safe box, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination.

The robbers panicked and shot him.

Luckily, Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the hospital.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullet s still in his body

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident.

When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Want to see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.

"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied.

"Then, after they shot me, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared" I asked?

Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine.

But when they wheeled me into the Emergency Room and I saw the expression on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'He's a dead man.

I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything."

'Yes,' to bullets, I replied.

Over their laughter, I told them: "I am choosing to live. Please operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

"Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude.

I learned from him that every day you have the choice to either enjoy your life or to hate it.

The only thing that is truly yours - that no one can control or take from you is your attitude, so if you can take care of that, everything else in life becomes much easier.

This was taken apparently from one of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series but I got it through an email. I guess what it says really tells us how we should lead our lives and be optimistic. Good advice especially in times when you're lost in the 'noise' of this world. And btw this is the first post after a long break. You can say things kinda got busy and hectic. Welcome back...