12 Rabiulawal 1428H @ saturdaymarch31st

Salam Maulidur Rasul buat sumer!!!

Woke up just in time to catch the persembahan Maulidur Rasul, sambutan yang disiarkan secara langsung di TV1. Ada jugak kesedaran dan peringatan yang dapat saya mengabsorbkan dalam masa 1 jam tu. Power ah Malaysia. Merdeka! :D
To think we make more fuss over made-up Valentines day here... :S Urgh.
The show was 1stly to remind us how much of a sacrifice our prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) has made for us all. We should model after him to become fine muslims but this is hard for me...

Side-track a bit, I have to add here that I finally saw the face behind the beautiful voice from the not-so-many nasheeds I've listened to before. Everyone knows Siti Nurhaliza but don't think the same number of ppl will know the face of Asri Ibrahim. He's in the same league as Siti N. to me voice wise, but this guy sings only God-conscious songs, so ALL points added in his favour. heee... I tell you, you should hear him sing. Masya Allah.

Muhasabah time!
(always a good side-effect from watching any religious-themed programme)
There are moments when I feel I haven't changed at all from my post hijab days. What is wrong with me? I may look like how a supposed Muslim lady should look on the outside, but look within, I still feel like the same person I was before. Angry, temperamental, vulgar. Simply weak. Aaaaarrrggghhhh! Only Allah swt knows how I try. I should try harder I know. When they say "there's always room for improvement", mine's not a room. It's the whole house.

I listened to a sermon from http://ahmadjibril.com/media.html titled Islamic Manners: How to deal with oppression and anger? If I remember correctly, it sends the message that whenever you feel like squeezing someone's neck, don't. #1 Be quiet. Don't talk when you're angry. #2 If you're being angered standing up, you should change position and sit. If current position's sitting, you should go lie down. And if that doesn't help, #3 go take wudhu. Anger is fuelled by syaitan and syaitan is smokeless fire. So the devil is fuelling your anger to do something majorly reckless and sinful like actually stabbing someone just because you were blindfolded with rage by the devil himself. (hello0o0o0..crime of passion anyone?) or maybe just the "spontaneous, normal" swear words resulting from such anger because you just need to vent thus not practising #1 :S This, I'm guilty of. Sigh..
By taking wudhu, you're putting out that raging fire the devil is fuelling in you, thus shutting him up. Yeay! I've tried this method at home once when I was angered by... I can't remember what, I'm guessing the financial situation but Alhamdullilah, I managed to put out the devil's fire in me to pacify myself. Cool as a cat. Yes yes.. The many times I feel like taking wudhu when I'm at work.... The callers, the ppl at work. (Sometimes they're my colleagues but most times they're just "ppl at work") Or the time when a friend accused, verbally abused and expected me to just sit there and take it aaall in... Whatever lah ah.

I know there's no excuse to justify my brash behaviour. Everytime I'm mad, I can feel myself transforming not into the Incredible Hulk, no. Much worse than the green marvel beast himself, I become the old ME - foul-mouthed, crude me. Gasp! Difference here is just the hijab covering my hair. Shah.... Shah... Sigh.. :{ Change should first start with the man in the mirror I know, but.................. K k. No buts. Change should first start with the man in the mirror full stop. I'm cutting down on the swearing.
I'm being realistic here. Cutting down considerably and to not even utter a single cuss one day, that is the aim. Insya Allah. For You Allah, I will.

No point talking more about it. Talk is cheap. In this case, talk is weak. Action speaks so much louder and gets the message across clearER. Islam is cool that way. I love my religion. I love being a muslim. All I have to do now, is to be a good one. Insya Allah.

La Plog© *reality injected version*

I went to Challenger the other day with my bro and cozie to get this new keyboard I'm typin on. The old one went kaput and nobody knew why. Initially, everyone pointed the accusing finger at Fitri for her excessive and uncontrollable MSN/Imeem habit. Actual fact, Gji spilled water on the old one while surfing her Disney page, rendering it useless. She confessed only after we bought the new one. Clever girl. Good riddance I say as it was such a challenge typing on that old keyboard. Keys so rabak that you can't press gingerly to type. U have to actually hit hard on each letter for the words to materialise on screen. Urgh. As a result, it took me 1hr to write a 30minute entry. Not to mention the unnecessary add-on pain on this existing neck&shoulder injury. I seriously think I gotta start learning how to function as a left-hander now, just in case. :( I need to add this new keyboard isn't any better. Maybe the fact that it came with the pricetag of only $19 has got something to do with how crappy it is. There's a fine line btwn being frugal and being cheap. Think we've crossed that line that day. hmm...
Back to the plot. At Challenger, I found the prototype of my La Plog! The very second I saw the thing, I realised I should just post this entry already because the invention of La Plog will never materialise. :S (Shut up guys.)
It looked exactly as what I imagined it to be. A cute lil' thing, a lil' bit bigger than the size of an A4. I proceeded to make believe I was at the beach and pretended to type a blog entry on it, (heee..) and it felt so0o0o0o right. One minor detail made me let go of this ingenious idea though. That cute machine I saw was an actual laptop. What a spoiler. As much as I hate to admit it, nobody needs a bloody La Plog when there are laptops that small. TH. But there's a catch. There's always a catch. In this case, it's an expensive $2599 catch. So this may be a dejavu read but it is the original (with all the P&C details included) version with a bite of reality nonetheless. Impractical or not, I still hope that someone can entertain this idea coz I know I will be the 1st customer for it.

I had a conversation with my bro the other night about how I'd love to own a laptop, over a highly-priced dinner at MacD's. :s (I can't help but feel Ronald and gang are making clowns of us each time i go there with the damn X happy meals they serve. (happiness more for them than us, I think). The punchline? We always go back for more... :(

The conversation started coz the lady sitting next to our table was happily surfing on one. Typical case of "I want what she has". I noticed, while talking with bro, how Gji was counting to 100 to herself. (y? because she can, and the fact that we're having adult talk at that moment and she's on self-distract mode.) She looked so content.
That's the thing abt childhood. So much to learn, many things to discover. Counting to 100 is an achievement that you can declare with pride - "asha..asha. I can count to 100 u know. My papa thought me." You dun have a need for fancy gadgets and you certainly dun hope to own a laptop. But children we are no more, and I do want a laptop coz counting to 100 just doesn't bring me as much contentment and happiness as it does Gji. I wish it still would though coz then I wouldn't be tempted to spend big bucks.

"What do u need a laptop for?? I need one. Not you...." cries the ever needy bigbrother o'mine.
"You're just gona blog and stuff...", continues the bro, "unlike me. I'm gonna fully utilise the...bla..bla...."
little did he know, lil' sis has long left the conversation.

But he is right - I'm just gonna write and stuff ("stuff" in this case=watching DVDs & VCDs). That is gonna be a waste of a good laptop I admit. What I need is a tool solely for the purpose of writing your heart out anytime, anywhere you feel like . Imagine how cool it would be for you to whip out the gadget at the beach, void deck, library, at the kopi house and just sit ur ass at a corner (it has to be a corner. Good writing fengshui) and just get lost in a world of words. Hours spent waiting for that darn chronic late-comer friend will be more bearable. Just missed the bus? It's ok. Simply whip out the gadget and type,type,type ur frustrations away. Obviously you can also spend waiting for that next bus sms-ing your friends or listening to songs on ur mp3 and there's always dzikhir that you can say, but I'm just suggesting this could be another alternate way for us to spend our idle time.

a view of contentment at the park. Such bliss!

Like a person without a laptop, I sometimes go back to basics to pen my thoughts down on a piece of paper. Nothing wrong with that really but it can be rather "un-neat".
My handwriting/scribbles would make every doctor proud. Plus, like the unorganised person that I am, I tend to lose these pieces of paper after. tsk. Why this invention is not thought of yet is a wonder to me. In my opinion, it's existance is long overdue. If you happen to be an IT geek, no cancel that, dun think insulting the ppl you wanna seek help from will get you the desired results. So, if you happen to be rather good-looking coupled with an inviting personality and a genious at IT to boot, invent this gadget already. You'll just be sitting on a goldmine, if you don't. (Oh yah, bonus points if you happen to be Japanese.)

I can hear you cycnicals (aka baby) go,"why do u want something for 1 function only??Furthermore, tools like the pda, palmtop and even mobile phones already have blogging functions included." Kek will then add on with "This is a lame discussion. I dun wanna hear it. I dun even wanna read about it if you do post this up. It's that lame." followed by cackling by Ah Lynn and Misha in the background. :S But ladies, you look but you don't see.This invention doesn't have to be complicated. In fact, the-in-your-face, what-you-see-is-what-you-get-simplicity factor is the big draw. No calendar, no appt date list, no calculator. It has only 1 function and 1 function only and that is to provide mobility in blogging (sigh...) You cannot even be connected to WWW with it. It's purely for writing comfortably like you would on a laptop and not like msging a friend on ur hp. After the draft has been saved, you can then upload it to a site such as this to post it up. =) A must-have tool for aspiring writers or writer wannabes like me. (your choice) A "digital diary" if you will... A mobile typewriter.. Getting my drift?

<-- yah. this looks so0o0o0o comfortable.
My shoulder's are still aching just looking at the poor guy.

It can be tagged with the boring "Lap Log" for the obvious reason. Or you could fuse the words together and call it "Laplog"( to read quicker). Or you could also add a french twist to the fused word and call it La Plog.( to pucker the mouth when reading so it would sound " ler ploog" rather that "ler plog".) Brings the classy factor up a few notches coz of the french sounding name (even though the guys' who's gonna eventually invent this hails from Japan). Oh I need to add that a friend proposed yet another name for it. "Goblog" - Blog on the Go. haha dol. Very funny. :S Maybe then I can get 1 for you as a pressie coz we all know you also have thoughts in your head worth jotting down and posting up. Plus, Dol's classy. Wahahaaaa!! The art of subtlety. Dol... Dol... ;)haaaha.
introducing AGAIN...... La Plog! =)

Because La Plog has only a sole function, it can be sold at lesser than $100 a piece. Woo hoo! A classy, must-have gadget that you won't have to patch a hole in the pocket with the receipt after the purchase. How cool is that?! I welcome this invention with open arms and I will not be the only one. And I dare say it's gonna sell as fast as the overpriced hotcakes they serve at MacD's. And that's a good thing. =D


Disclaimer: I feel "lighter" now that this has been posted in its original state. Juicy details included, it now has the oomph factor again. Forget La Plog, I need to get meself a decent keyboard. :S

OST

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on.
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)

Just a chill out song I listened to yesterday evening. Been a long while since I listened to REM. I wanted to edit the lyrics and islamized it a bit but, nah. Another day maybe. Haha. The CD was one of the cheap ass items I bought in JB last Saturday. Niceness... :)

onwhatisalreadywritten for me

I wanna write, I feel like writing. God knows how much thoughts i have cramped in this mind and the feelings I'm bottling up. You would think that I can just.................

My dad and I caught this syarahan on RTM 1 yesterday evening. Malaysia is cool like that. I dun mind if I have to migrate to M'sia. It is after all an Islamic country. I went to City Square last Saturday and I felt so at home. It's like one big Geylang. Joo Chiat Complex pales in comparison of course. You add Causeway Point to the atmosphere you get in Geylang, you'll end up with City Square. I like! They have as many women in hijab as we have women in miniskirts here. And yes, I'm talking about Muslim women. If being in JB can make me feel belonged, I cannot even start to imagine the feeling being in our holy land, Mekah. Insya Allah Shah. I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it. Masya Allah! I had a wee morning talk with a gf last week after work (she cried SOS). After the sandiwara dunia part, we talked abit abt religion. Luv ya dol. This fortunate friend o'mine had the opportunity to go up to Madinah and Mekah all at the ripe age of 16. Alhamdulillah! We ought to be tagging her with the Hajah title but she's only performed umrah and not the haj. Only eh? Umrah pun dah cukop bagus dol.. Hajah Dol. Ooops! I mean Hajah Nadia. Got a nice ring to it ya. *wink* So yeah, she told me about that 14-day family trip she had. I wanna go. Insya Allah I will in this lifetime.

Back to the syarahan. They held it at an auditorium at Angkasa Putri I think. (sembarang hentam Shah. haha.) You know how every time you go listen to a sermon, you feel like you're the only one the ustaz is adressing. Every single sentence the ustaz say, he's as though saying it to you only. Terkena rabak² punya. Well, yesterday was no different. In fact, that particular syarahan was so to the point, the ustaz might as well have selit my name in while he was preaching. There were 3 speakers. 2 ustaz and 1 ustazah. The ustazah spoke with much gusto that you really have to admire this kind of ppl. You know, the kind when they speak, ppl sit up to listen because they are very determined and focused. It shows. Mind you, these are not the tin kosong bunch. She has a PHD and a doctorate or something. That is an achievement, yes. But to further add to the much admiration, she is an ustazah. A success in this world AND the here-after. Masya Allah. That is the pinnacle of coolness in my book. I can only pray to be half as successful as she in this life but my aim, only God knows, is akhirat and I'm struggling even in that dept. I found a fellow sister in Friendster the other day who managed to khatam Quran when she was very young. Judging by the picture's posted, she cannot be older than 6 years old. Masya Allah! (I didn't befriend her yet though. Maybe one day...Segan lah. To my fellow sisters in Islam, if you're reading this, prompt me. Befriend me. I welcome you and the friendship with open arms. I love my PCDs but I can't help to feel like a lone sister sometimes. When I see a group of sisters all covered up chilling, I'm always tempted to come up to them to introduce myself. Of course I risk looking like a desperate wierd loner so I tend to drop the idea. Making friends used to be so simple. Back in day one at primary school, I remembered accidently dropping a pencil. This girl happened to help me pick it up the same time as I. As a result, we bumped heads, giggled and became buddies throughout our primary school days. Simple stuff. To my PCDs, Insya Allah eh. I love each and every one of you to bits and I can't help but to state here that sometimes I wish that the group of covered up sisters are us. That would be so super. PCD would then have a different meaning. Insya Allah guys. You can do it. Peer pressure at its peak. Pressure to do good is always a joy. yes..yess =)

Having taken Suniton for my shoulder pain, I was groggy. I was struggling to stay awake but if I can delay sleep for watching movies or having a late night out, drugged or not, I better be awake for enlightening syarahan. Alhamdullilah I did. The topic was on love. Young love to be precise. How did they know?.........

1) Kalau di antara kamu yg telah putus cinta, percayalah dia bukan untukmu. Tak usah bersedih terlalu lama. Kita harus redha. Allah s.w.t tahu akan segala-galanya.
Think the "cinta" here is referring to the sort where both of you tried your very best to make things happen but it just didn't turn out the way you planned. "If God brings you to it, HE will bring you through it." <- I read this somewhere. So true right? :)

2) Untuk para wanita yg sudah bertaubat dan ingin balik ke jalan yg benar, kekasih lelakinya yg masih hayal tidak layak untuk menjadi suami wanita itu. Suami adalah tunggak keluarga.
I agree to this wholeheartedly. Owner of a lonely heart is better than owner of a broken heart<-the only line I know to the song. heee.....

3) A good person deserves a good person as partner. A bad person will partner with the same.
Kinda harsh when I first heard this but true nontheless. Hopefully, the bad person will repent and he too will then deserve as good a person as he. =)

4) Give only 30% when dating, for a 100% sweetness in marriage, Insya Allah.
I gotta remember this. No hand-holding. No talking late into the night. In other words, maintain...

5) Don't fall head over heels in love. Be conscious of your actions and stay in groups.
Someone told me before that when it's just you and him, It's not really just the 2 of you. There's always minimum 3, not 2.
Found this hadith on the net.
Just have to add it in. This entry is hereby updated on 23/04/2007. heee.. :
Umar reported the Prophet saying, "Whenever a man is alone with a woman the devil makes a third." (Tirmidhi).(Ideal Woman in Islam. by Imran Muhammad).

What I'm trying to say is, I may be feeling like the King of Sorrow now, but Insya Allah, Allah s.w.t has bigger plans for me. Maybe with this long wait, I will be more appreciative of this person when he does come into my life one day.

An excerpt from the happeepill website on How To Nab A Guy(I'm nabbing guys now?Aw man.)
"So you grab the first nice guy that come along even though he looks like a toad? Wrong. Even if the pressure is suffocating, remember that this is your guy and you are gonna spend time with him and not your parents or friends. If you like a nice guy with good looks, by all means wait. Never settle for less or you gonna regret it."
I dun mind toads really. I'm no princess myself. As long as they're God-conscious toads, I'm ok. heeee...
You can read more on the topic here ->http://www.happeepill.com/home/niceguys/niceguys.htm

Before I end this, I'd like to state another awesome website. A totally different league from the funny happeepill. If you've got the time, good. Spare some to download and listen to the mp3 sermons. If you think you dun have the time, make time. Trust me, it's worth your while. http://ahmadjibril.com/media.htmld

I'm only human,
Sssshhh Shah

It's Time Out time

I'm so excited to go JB later. Imagine that. Excited to go JB. You can just sense the desperation with that 1 liner, can't you? I can try to cover it up by saying I'm simply looking forward to going JB but then I'd be lying. The excitement in me is filled to the brim (and threatens to spill out) that I must admit, sheepishly though, that I dun think I can sleep later. I There'll be a whole lot of tossing and turning but no sleep, I'm sure. Besides the desperation, you might also pick up on how drained I am and how sad the next paragraph's going to be. So without further a do...

My "holiday" or should I say my 3-day break officially starts today - as soon as I knock off from this helldesk in approximately 4.5 hrs, that is. How I wish I could just skip this whole gruelling regime so I could switch my R&R mode ON already. The word "break" is more apt in this case as it breaks the momentum of waking up for work, going to work, actual work and knocking off from work. 3 days pon 3 days lah. Also, this JB trip is a far cry from what a holiday should be. In my opinion, HOLIDAY = BANGKOK. I cannot paint a clearer picture even if i try.
Anyone and everyone who knows me can vouch on how I yearn to go Bangkok.Typical countless attempts: Plans made, budget calculated, dates set, 1 friggin' foul-up
(not necessarily in random order) = bye bye Bangkok.
Although there's funds (however limited) and an initial 4 days off from work, the particular foul up this time is there is absolutely nobuddy to go with. Freakin' sad I tell ya. To be fair, it was a last minute arrangement.(also known to some members of the PCD as "spontaneous". *wink*) Also, it's high and dry season for them ppl who gets paid on the 15th of every month. Totally understand but the list of failed bangkok trip attempts increased by 1 more today. :(

I've decided to just go next month. To "just go" in this case is to rally the ppl who will be actually free and may still be rich enough and can actually go to go this time. That is an ordeal in itself. But I will try as I might this time round as this yearning is slowly but surely metamorphosing itself into sheer determination to drop everything and zoom to bangkok already. I've been wanting to go even before they came up with the whole cheap ass budgeted priced flight thingy which was years ago. Imagine the wait. No fun at all.

Now I'm really, really looking forward to press the log out button come 12 midnight. Woman just called demanding to file some trans "by tonight" but unable to due to some error or something (note the intended heckcareness attitude here). Managed to pacify the dumbass b%#$@ with a bone and told her to go fetch (which she did). I had to disturb some ppl on their much deserved off time just to shut this abnoxious being up. Phew. Aw man. Will need to get someone to rub her belly on Monday morning though, so that she'll remain pacified. Enough of this. I dun need this. I appreciate JB more coz of this never-ending noise pollution. Yes.. I can see it already. JB will be that much more sweeter. I can almost taste it.

So yeah, I plan to take things easy and I promised myself I won't let ANYthing upset me. You're late? Fine, I can wait - with a smile on my face too. Forgotten something? It's okay. Just go back and get it quick. Massive traffic jam? Hey.. It's been a while since I experience it. Take the chance to relive memories I say - eventhough it means my lungs are blackened by all the soot, I'll take it. All is well. Nothing's gonna rain on my parade. Oh yeah. Err..rain. Well, we can only hope....We'll cross that wet bridge when we come to it okay.
The agenda is to 1) remain happy 2) eliminate ALL work-related "stuff" for the next 3 days and this includes some fun ppl you call colleagues. 3) shop whatever mollahs you have left. If we're gonna go down, we're going down stylish. ahem. 4) "fun" is the word and laughter is key.

I just remembered I haven't even made a shopping list but that should be a rather short list judging by the capital I'm investing in this trip. (not that I have any choice). sigh.... But I'm grateful all the same. I'm going JB... I'm going JB.... *Big grin on the face :D*
JB's scheduled for the whole of Saturday. The next 2 days have also been pre-planned but dun think it's been set yet. I heard talk there's gonna be some tent pitching at I have no idea where coz it doesn't really matter where in our small island of a country. Everywhere's the same yah. Oh except East Coast. I can't help but feel it's environment being very dark and dingy. Very bronx-like, not for happy family tent pitching. No no. Oh well, I'm sure that family day's gonna be awesome what with my dad being there and all. I'm picturing all of us; bro, sis, mum, esp dad and dun forget the lil ones' playing ball or go surfin' with the oh-so-cute Johnny Bravo boya.
<- avid fan with Johnny himself. :D

I also need to slot in some acupuncture time on Monday. A pain in the neck. Literally. :S

I'd like to point out that we being mere mortals, can only arrange, set or plan, but it is HE Who decides everything. So that means everything's gonna be A OK. :) It's 11.46pm now. Like I said before, "I'm SO excited to go JB later." Heeee...

La Plog© *fun-extracted version*

Below is an edited version of the original I had post up a few days ago. It's my brother. He appointed himself to be the "one-time accidental" editor of this page, MY page, (the nerve of some brothers, I know) and advised me to withdraw and keep some details undisclosed, for now. - no matter how fun the reading pleasure this entry provides. (I can't help but to sense the sarcasm in his voice when he said that.) He has my best interest at heart and I should then follow whatever's advised by him. :s I'm obviously agreeing, now that this post is no longer the original (think I've misplaced my backbone.) He did say that i've got a good idea and should capitalise on it when I do have the opportunity, Insya Allah. And he said that with much conviction, no less. So with that in mind, I'm having trouble sleeping. The "what if" is too much of a possibility for me to ignore. So guys, I am keeping some details P&C after all. To read further, you need to use your imagination with this one.

I had a conversation with my bro the other night about how I'd love to own a laptop, over a highly-priced dinner at MacD's. :s (I can't help but feel Ronald and gang are making clowns of us each time i go there with the damn X happy meals they serve. (happiness more for them than us, I think). The punchline? We always go back for more... :(

The conversation started coz the lady sitting next to our table was happily surfing on one. Typical case of "I want what she has". I noticed, while talking with bro, how Gji was counting to 100 to herself. (y? because she can, and the fact that we're having adult talk at that moment and she's on self-distract mode.) She looked so content.
That's the thing abt childhood. So much to learn, many things to discover. Counting to 100 is an achievement that you can declare with pride - "asha..asha. I can count to 100 u know. My papa thought me." You dun have a need for fancy gadgets and you certainly dun hope to own a laptop. But children we are no more, and I do want a laptop coz counting to 100 just doesn't bring me as much contentment and happiness as it does Gji. I wish it still would though coz then I wouldn't be tempted to spend big bucks.

"What do u need a laptop for?? I need one. Not you...." cries the ever needy bigbrother o'mine.
"You're just gona blog and stuff...", continues the bro, "unlike me. I'm gonna fully utilise the...bla..bla...."
little did he know, lil' sis has long left the conversation.

But he is right - I'm just gonna write and stuff ("stuff" in this case=watching DVDs & VCDs). That is gonna be a waste of a good laptop I admit. What I need is a tool solely for the purpose of writing your heart out anytime, anywhere you feel like . Imagine how cool it would be for you to whip out the gadget at the beach, void deck, library, at the kopi house and just sit ur ass at a corner (it has to be a corner. Good writing fengshui) and just get lost in a world of words. Hours spent waiting for that darn chronic late-comer friend will be more bearable. Just missed the bus? It's ok. Simply whip out the gadget and type,type,type ur frustrations away. Obviously you can also spend waiting for that next bus sms-ing your friends or listening to songs on ur mp3 and there's always dzikhir that you can say, but I'm just suggesting this could be another alternate way for us to spend our idle time.

a view of contentment at the park. Such bliss!

Like a person without a laptop, I sometimes go back to basics to pen my thoughts down on a piece of paper. Nothing wrong with that really but it can be rather "un-neat".
My handwriting/scribbles would make every doctor proud. Plus, like the unorganised person that I am, I tend to lose these pieces of paper after. tsk. Why this invention is not thought of yet is a wonder to me. In my opinion, it's existance is long overdue. If you happen to be an IT geek, no cancel that, dun think insulting the ppl you wanna seek help from will get you the desired results. So, if you happen to be rather good-looking coupled with an inviting personality and a genious at IT to boot, invent this gadget already. You'll just be sitting on a goldmine, if you don't. (Oh yah, bonus points if you happen to be Japanese.)

I can hear you cycnicals (aka baby) go,"why do u want something for 1 function only??Furthermore, tools like the pda, palmtop and even mobile phones already have blogging functions included." Kek will then add on with "This is a lame discussion. I dun wanna hear it. I dun even wanna read about it if you do post this up. It's that lame." followed by cackling by Ah Lynn and Misha in the background. :S But ladies, you look but you don't see. (insert a whole colourfully illustrated paragraph stating the convenience of the gadget here. ):

<-- yah. this looks so0o0o0o comfortable.
My shoulder's are aching just looking at the poor guy.

It can be tagged with the boring "Lap Log" for the obvious reason. Or you could fuse the words together and call it "Laplog"( to read quicker). Or you could also add a french twist to the fused word and call it La Plog.( to pucker the mouth when reading so it would sound " ler ploog" rather that "ler plog".) Brings the classy factor up a few notches coz of the french sounding name (even though the guys' who's gonna eventually invent this hails from Japan). Maybe then I can get 1 for my dear Dol as a pressie coz we all know she also has thoughts in her head worth jotting down and posting up. Plus, Dol's classy. Wahahaaaa!! The art of subtlety, dol. ;) haaaha.
introducing...... La Plog! =)

(Insert gadget's description here written with much details, you can almost type on it already.) I welcome this invention with open arms and I will not be the only one. And I dare say it's gonna sell as fast as the overpriced hotcakes they serve at MacD's. And that's a good thing. =D



Disclaimer: I hate this entry. Initially, I was all excited with this one. Ideas flowed freely, thoughts came a'tumbling out. Now that most of the juicy details has been omitted, it doesn't have the same zing to it like the original. To even post this up is meaningless to me. No fun. But it's still a thought o'mine, so...

And bro, don't even think of commenting on my entries again.
Just stick to being evil and hop along. Sheesh..