God how i hate cricket.

This piece of crap video took me an entire day to process..
what the hell yoo...

A forray into vlogging..(cuz i got sick of typing)

You gotta turn up the sound a lil...i can hardly hear anything...
or maybe its cuz im just deaf..oh crap...

The day i turned 21

Yeah,yeah so I'm 21 now..legal enough to vote..get married,have children,work,bla bla pay income tax..etc etc...I'm old..i get it..thanks though for all the wishes..i love you guys..who wished me..what?..think I'll love you if you didnt?..hah!!..id rather kiss a cobra than love you guys..lol..

so yeah,i went to Salem(not to be confused with the one in Massachusetts,USA,this is in India.remember to set your watch back 20 years upon your arrival here..:( ) ..about 5 hours from where im situated..My brother is there..so my family came down to make my bday 'eventful'..geez..so i left this bleeping hostel which i despise so much at the break of dawn last Sunday..at about 5.45am.to the disgustingly atrocious bus stand..The area is deplorable..it's like vice city there..
It's filthy,congested, etc etc.you get my drift...All the buses around india come there i guess..i thank god for private buses..the government buses,or the cheaper ones are horrible..like chariots to hell more than anything..it's like sitting in a death trap in one of those..you should rather write your will while purchasing your ticket more than anything..And the people who take those buses are not really the cultured lot..the type who'd spit right onto your path,and hack their brains out right in your face..and fall all over you when they doze off..plus!.no air conditioning!!..AC is vital during the hotter days..very very vital..so that's why i count my blessings for private buses.

anyway,bla bla bla,i met my brother,some of his friends parents bla bla bla fast forward boring boring boring,bla bla bla..birthday day..bday day was ok in the morning..Till i got to the part where i had to go out with my parents..food for thought,going shopping with my parents a.k.a mum is the most boring thing besides studying that ill ever encounter in my life.i down right HATE it!!...i mean i love my ma and all,but not shopping..i HATE IT!!!...and she way she cons me into shopping..a typical convo would go like this
ma:hey boy,lets go out,just for like 10 minutes and come back.
me:*rather gullible at times*..oh OK,as long as it's not Ur shopping..
And as you know,after 3 hours and one major sulk after the other.we come back.god i cant stand going from one shop to the other,picking up the same looking thing..and then not buying anything!..god i cant stand it..i just wanna tear my hair out and feed it to some passing cow,when that happens..god..so yeah,that was the jist of my bday..whee....how memorable..not..:(..

i can't remember anymore things..Salem is a dingy town..people have not acquired the art of wearing pants..they do their daily chores in their sarongs..it's pretty laid back..there's alot of cows there..it's a picturesque place..But that's as far as it goes..but the Malaysian hostel environment is awesome..i like it a lot!...lol..
but yeah,I'm back now..i wanna sleep...bye..

Things i hate version 2.0

Here are more additions to the million other things in life,that i can't stand..Enjoy.

well,you know what i really really despise when im,just in the bathroom?..well it's like this..When im brushing my teeth,not a single soul would be present when i don't have toothpaste foam(whatever you call it) in my mouth yet..But as soon as i put that that brush in my mouth and start brushing,out of nowhere,(im guessing they hide in the cubicles) someone or the other would pop out and start engaging me in conversation..Do you freaking know,how freaking hard it is to talk with a brush and foam in your mouth??..It like's you have a cotton ball in your mouth..and as soon as you start talking,foam starts to drip from your mouth making it seem like you suffer from facial nerve palsy or some shit like that..And these %#@&!,they'll start asking you your whole life's story.."oh so u mean,your fathers grandpa is from india,meaning your grandpa and dad were born in india,making you a third generation indian??,i don't get that,but i thought your dad and you are Malaysians?please explain,so you're a Malay??"..for the love of christ,why can't i be asked this when i you know,am not brushing my goddamn teeth???...@#$%&!!!!..rageeeeeeeeeeee!!!god!!!..

And another thing i can't stand..is how these people just shamelessly stare at you when all of us are brushing our teeth.i'll be brushing and shit,and you just feel someones lookin at you,and when you turn,lo and behold some weirdo is staring right down to your soul while brushing his teeth..worse is when they're peeing in the urinals just parallel to the sink and stare at you..im like wtf yo?..and they'll just be like,hehe nothing..i can feel my bp rising..every single time...gosh..

But yeah,another thing is when you enter a quiet bathroom..and some jackass(in the loo,normally cubicles) gets air of it,and immediately in a split of a second,starts belting out some gay ass Hindi love song..Those *%#$@ seriously think i want to listen to that crap they yell out from their throats..I can't even stand that shit when real singers sing it on TV..what more,when some hillbilly degenerate sings it..The thing is,every single one of them think they're gifted with a voice akin to a nightingale.And the thing is,every single one of them couldn't be more wrong..seriously one day,I'm gonna douse them with petrol and set fire to their asses..dear lord..

Anyway,gota run,ill update this thing when i remember more...i sure hope the bathroom is empty now..god..till then..smell ya'll later..

Sigh...

Hmm,it feels like one of those days..When i have absolutely nothing to write about..
thus me blindly typing something to pass of as a blog post..
well im going to Chennai this Sunday..the parents are coming..to supposedly celebrate the anniversary of my birth..the big 21,,poo!..im getting old man..
Before you know it,id be dead in my grave somewhere..oh crap..why age w hy??..
Anyhow yeah,i have to go to where my bro is situated now..in salem..5 freakin hours away..on an Indian bus..the last time i went on a bus ride,someone shamelessly opened my bag and peeked around..the inbred!..some nerve..then again,i can't blame him/her.
it's india anyway..where,when you scold someone without the use of profanities,is considered polite..god..i hate india!!..at times..most of the times..but not all the time..still i hate it..

I want to go back home..i want to drive around..visit nearby sandakan,and tawau..and maybe kk too..im sick of india.up to my neck with it..the sights,the sounds..*blech*..sick of every single goddamn thing..you think i have issues?..wait till i find me a gun..1st to go,would be those wrethced neighbours who think they can sing..and after that,those selected few who shamelessly take my things,and don't give it back..then would be the conniving auto drivers who over charge for no reason..eeep.ok ok..calm down roshan,calm down..you ain't gonna find a lady friend,by behaving like this..moving on..

well i dont know what else to write about,besides my undwindling hate for this place.pure unadulterated hate..hate hate hate!!

gaaaaa screw you people...thanksbyegudnite..

To see a softer side of things.

What does your love mean to me
its something i can't answer easily
just like the air that i breathe
you fill me up inside, you give me all that i need
like a bird flying high on a summers day
you're the wind that carries me away
to a place where you and i will always stay forever

chorus:
if i never get to heaven then at least i will have known
i had an angel here on earth that I could call my very own
and if this world should end tomorrow, girl this much i know is true
i found my piece of heaven the day that i found you

verse 2:
longer than poets will rhyme
girl my love will burn for you until the end of time
if i should die before tomorrow comes
i wont regret a single day, because i had your love
must be somethin in the way you say my name
it takes away my worries and my pain
girl i know we'll make it through the rain together

chorus:
if i never get to heaven then at least i will have known
i had an angel here on earth that i could call my very own
and if this world should end tomorrow girl this much i know is true
i found my piece of heaven the day that i found you

bridge:
like a river flows and a flower grows, my love for you will never fade
like the sun will rise in the morning sky
you know that i am here to stay forever

(instrumental interlude)

chorus:
if i never get to heaven then at least i will have known
i had an angel here on earth that i could call my very own
and if the world should end tomorrow
girl this much i know is true
i have found my piece of heaven the day that i found you

like a river flows and a flower grows, my love for you will never fade
like the sun will rise in the morning sky you know i am here to stay

Race,racism and how i don't understand it.

well,for this post i thought I'd talk about something with substance for a change..and not the usual run of the mill posts that im so fond of..RACE.
what does race really mean to you?..and how does one attain the credibility to judge another race as inferior or superior??..which by me,is wrong..

See,as a boy growing up in my town..i had no Indian friends for the 1st 12 years of my life,and till date i only have one that i treasure greatly(im talking when im in malaysia ok,)..That did not make a difference in any way..at all..for i had other friends,the locals,the chinese..They did not see me as indian,neither did i see them as a faction of another race..we were friends..we all thought alike,liked the same things,ate the same food during recess,and basically just enjoyed each others company..And now as a 21 year old,it irks me whenever i go to west malaysia.everywhere you see it's just the same race huddled together..so what if they do it,just cause they speak the same language?..i spoke malay my entire life in sabah and did not in any way find a problem culpable of me wanting to be friends with members of my own race..that's bullshit..My parents did not bring me up along those lines..Never once have i heard them telling me to be friends with only the indians..because they themselves thought it was bullshit..i could be friends with who ever i fancied..As long as they were good people..that was all they needed..they didnt want me bringing some crackhead back home..which was fine by me.i wouldn't have wanted to put my parents under scrutiny from neighbours and friends anyway..

But yeah..as long as we click.then we're good to go..Things were so much easier being a kid..It's only when one grows up and start to see their friends as "different",is when the the problem rears it's ugly head..It's pathetic..i remember,when i studied in penang..The indians didnt want anything to do with me,because for one thing,i didn't speak the language or even feel the need to attempt to learn iti..screw that shit..i had people who liked me for just speaking english..People who i still like very much till date..The racial separation in the west is so obvious..As compared to sabah..here it's all good..if we click,then we aramaiti sama-sama..i leave the racial discrimination to the fickle minded..the world does not need people like them..

see,the thing is..when you only have love for your own race,then you just leave space to discriminate..and at the end of the day,that only generates hate..NO particular race is better than the rest..EVERYONE is the same..Being a medical student i do cut open bodies..EVERYONE is the same inside..your liver is situated the same place,your lungs,your heart even to the most minute of things like the appendix..For example,being a chinese,does not mean your liver is placed in your chest cavity.,or a malay,your heart is behind your intestines.or an indian,your gall bladder is in your neck..everyone is the same..it's only the physical features..and that should never be the basis of how someone should be treated or judged..I couldn't imagine how some people, one fine day,say"oh im better than the rest,i should be king"..again..bullshit,in it's purest form..

some people are scared if they mingle with folks from different races,they'd lose their culture,heritage and all that crap...Screw that,if you respect each other just fine,you won't be going forcing your belief's and views down your friends throat..you respect him,and he respect you..there,case closed..For me,even if a relationship is concerned.i am not confined or feel the need to be with someone of my own creed.
you can be any thing,as long as you and i understand,care and love each other just fine..i see no need to walk out at any point..one does not get guaranteed happiness by being with someone of their own kind..you might just as well find it being with someone of a different race...I don't know bout you guys,but this is what i sincerely feel...:)

Anyway i got to go,i'd go on and one,but alas,time envies my ass..Btw,All this is just what i feel..i do not under any circumstances represent my own kind in voicing out my thoughts..i represent myself..others can think for themselves..
As some might find this post wrong,inaccurate,superficial etc etc..well to bad.go write your own blog and whine there about what a bad man i am.:)..lol..

I LOVE MY FELLOW MAN!!..whatever colour or shape you come in..bye!..