Lares et penates legatus a latere

I shall save you the trouble of finding out the translation of my above statement.

'Household Gods; Advisor from the side'

I begin this statement with a reply I gave my colleague at my workplace,

Q:How are you?
A: My emotions and presence is synonymous with the rising sun

Ah yes, the sound silence that breeds a glimmering sparkle when stared at for a few seconds before it initiates a blink due to its majestic beauty (or infrared waves yadda yadda)

In short, somethings aren't worth pondering. Just look, admire, and leave your nose out of it.
And no this is not a statement of intent or a warning, but rather an observation, and a lesson.


Ambiguity has been a strong point in my musings as I aspire to not be a journalist but rather a trapeze act. Vague, and totally unrelated. But let me explain further, in a trapeze act, some want something wrong to happen as it'll make a good spectacle. (I honestly admit I fall in this group) and the other group wants it to go perfectly well. I shall not judge both groups as they have their personal reasons and points to note on why they prefer their choices.


So let me reiterate my point, in any case, instigating an outcome should be avoided. I once read on a painting- 'Life is a mystery to be lived, Not a problem to be solved'

The live and let be solution has gone astray recently. In the wake of the recent scandal and the comical as well as deteriorating state of our headlines in the news and on the internet, I wish to convey my sincerest apologies to readers alive. A close aide of mine recently had an encounter with a gawking male who made a very odd/imposing/violating gesture on her. Nothing happened was what I was told, but the point is a thought like that had passed thru the minds of many. I realize many fail to find out how the issue affects this person, rather they chose to find out the worst extent and work backwards.
To clear it up, instead of saying, hey how're you feeling, many (myself EXcluded) would go, did he touch you???

I realize I shall someday meet a rape victim in my line of duty and my first question would be how're you feeling and I would share her sorrows. I would let her recapitulate her story to me. But I fear that somewhere along the way, a seemingly apathetic idiot will come by asking her what did he do to you...


Firstly a traumatic experience is relived, replayed and remembered each time it is recalled.
A simple example would be and accident
A victim would recall everything, from the moment before the accident, the ordeal itself, the smell of burning rubber, the sounds, the smashing of lights, the miss-of -a-heartbeat feeling, the vibrations that accompany the crash.
Now I personally cannot vouch for the truthness in this statement. But I myself remember vividly every ordeal from the emotions, to the physical attributes including the sweaty palms, the tears, the pain that you get when you hold your tears back for too long, so much so every blink hurts and water seeps out, but you hold your act together.

And I know a few who are so in touch with their memories that they recall every moment the way I do.

I wish i could recall where i heard this but this next statement but i hope it shall raise a thought, maybe even some hairs -
"The pain of my mind is of mine alone, who else can understand this emotion''
- I remember it from a scripture, The Bible, The Holy Quran, The Holy Granth, The Bhagavad Gita, I really cannot recall

But it left me pondering. Each time i am told to emphatize I stare at the person and try to recall an emotion that I once felt and then relate to that person. But in truth, nothing ever succumbs to it. What you hear is but a toned down version because words can never replace emotions. Words can express emotions but never replace them. You can cry while reading a book, but you shall never be able to write about why you cried. It is similar to recalling the exact details of a dream.

And in truth, I admit that I hold back my tears a lot. Be weary of a person who is the joker among the mourners. Because one who is afraid to cry, is just trying to protect himself from the impending tirade of sadness. In my darkest hour, I shed a tear at most, but at times I wish I held back less and shed more. For the valour and honour that I uphold with a nonchalant uncanny facade, is merely a painting that others admire, but only I shall know.

The Bhagavad Gita states
Emotions are the track on which all thoughts must travel

I am a firm believer in this. Today in utter bliss, I shall succumb to the fact that I am a mere mortal and I shall sincerely apologize for my quirps and remarks made when rage was my offramp.

I read this on 4chan.org and i found it rather hilarious. Yes i know there are many Christian Readers here and I'm not in support of what is said. I just thought it made a good laugh.

Qvalis artifex pereo

The price of my servitude knows no limits. I have recently been employed as a waiter and so if you wish to see Sanjeet balancing footlong glasses on a tray that's full without breaking anything, please be my guest.

My workplace is in DOME Subang Parade.. And I personally don't get staff meals or discounts myself, so please don't beg for discounts. On the upside, the fellow waiters/waitresses, stewards and chefs are a joy to work with. The customers can be very nice, I recently received 3 great comments on cards personalised to my name.
One dude even told the manager its quite amazing I'm just a waiter:) - when I told him it was part time and I'm a 3rd year student he says its not hard to believe. Yes, a dream come true. I finally look my part as an intelligent person.


All my life (ok b4 the spectacles at least) I have been portrayed as a hopeless dumbnut. There was once when I was in standard 5 and I was loitering alongside the corridor as I was banquished from class as I (as usual) didn't do my homework. So I was sent out of class and I just thought I'd take a few extra strides. My life in primary school was quite a learning curve, initially in standard 1 I was a goody 2 shoes but by standard 2 I had an argument with this boy Nyanes (indian dude) and it involved us getting involved in a punch-up. I had a reputation of being a softie before that incident. I was later brought to the disciplin master's office and swatted on my legs with a feather duster. And the shame hurt more than the pain. But as I grew older, the shame started fading, and so getting whacked by a teacher was a norm, so much so I told the girl next to me, "Miss Sri is gonna hit my arm with the 1 metre ruler twice and tell me to get back to my seat. I rather take that than write my essay." So yes back to my loitering story, Pn Arisson- some pain in the neck lardball comes up to me and shouts what are you doing outside your class. So I told her I was chased out. And she asked which class and I said 5 Dahlia (the 2nd class- i dropped out of the first class cos i was dumb:) would you believe that...) And she refused to believe me. She took me to the headmaster, where I got a customary swatting again. Her plan was to check the records. And this lady was so spiteful she started checking the roster from the last class, 5 Teratai upwards. And when she was done, she found another punjabi boy's name and accused me of being Ranjeev and not Sanjeet. Ranjeev was in 5 Ros which was the 6th class. The fracas took up the whole period and Mrs Chan my English teacher came into the office and finally said I was from 5 Dahlia and she used these words, "He is surprisingly intelligent", pointing at my scruffy shirt that was partially untucked from all the running around before classes started.

So yes, in many ways I'm glad the look is here. Now to act intelligent. LOL, that i'm still working on.

Now back to my job at Dome, my admiration for waiters is incredible. Standing for 10 hours and literally waiting for customers is a real chore. Your feet turn sore as soon as you return home and the fatigue overrules the hunger. You just crash in bed only to wake up 4 hours later to have your dinner that had been waiting on the dinner table 7 hours ago. But on the brighter note, my parents missed having me around the house, so they made me opt for the afternoon shift and work only 5 hours a day and 20 hours a week (which is part time at Dome).

I was browsing thru the TV today and if I've noticed one thing, its that we're just getting more and more savage as the days run by. No not that Gaza conflict or that Sri Lankan - Tamil Tigers war, nor that prisoner that died in custody, although I was amazed in the papers that someone said we should not herald CRIMINALS as heroes and police as villains. Ah yes, the beauty of language, someone arrested is called a suspect, and only if he is tried in court can he be a Criminal. apparently not. Thank God I skipped Law and chose medicine, although many would agree I'd have been a very successful lawyer. At least as a doctor, my statements will have some credibility and no one can make a mockery of the healthcare of the country. Note to all the bravado's that're having processions, a good plan would be to steal each others slippers and get arrested for 2 weeks. confess to the crime and commit the crime in USJ. But make sure at least 200 of you are stealing at the same time. Don't be a menace to society, steal each other's shoe and not the general public's. Now flood the station and tell them you won't talk. And then when they torture you, in unison say that you forgot you lent each other the slippers/shoes and then say it was just a misunderstanding. Repeat the incident about 10 times and you shall get your revenge. Processions are too cliche la. I mean it was fun to read about at first but now its just boring.

And to all those who're rotting at home like Zalikha back in Bintulu. Be creative in life. Go and build a kite out of matchsticks and a paperbag. Then fly it as the wind blows strongly, and then light the string that you're holding with a lighter and watch the plane set ablaze. And shout Hell awaits all you sinners.
Fall on the ground, wiggle a little and say you had an epiphany.

IF that seems too extreme, dig your backyard for some grubs or worms or termites. Grab them all and put them in the middle of a news paper and burn all the sides. You'll see the sorry lil creatures run to the middle of the paper as the fire encroaches them. Even better if you can get snails. Add salt in the middle before burning and watch them die. And practice breaking bad news to the small kids that're wondering what in hell medical school did to you and say, Boy, I'm sorry to say, the snails have perished. I'll collect your soul tonight.


Or even better, collect your navel fluff in a bottle, then burn it.

As you can tell, pyromaniacism has recently struck me. It is just a way of venting my anger as I watch our world crumble. 10,000 migrant workers are sent back home from Dubai during the economic crunch, 70 ethnic Burmese are soon to be deported back to Burma as the Thai gov cracks down on them, although the Burmese men, which are about our age, that live in muck to earn a living claim that they will perish back home as they will be murdered. I choose to not get my emotions high, but I find it hard to believe that man made laws have inflicted more pain on each other than anything else. The economy was man's great feat, and yet a crumbling world economic crisis beckons. And all hopes lie on the shoulders of the Will Smith lookalike. And war, damn it why bother la.. Its a waste. If war is really necessary, do it like how Achilles did it, send the best man from each army and the winner takes all. As how the Minangkabau's used a hungry calf to defeat a raging bull. Who the hell wants to see a man with a rock take on a tank.

As you can tell my ideas are aplenty, but I am not taking sides. In war, I personally believe there are no protagonists. I'm just adding salt to the peanuts to give it a more acceptable taste:)


Also Appreciate Randomness. It is the only thing that keeps me sane at times. Randomness freaking rocks man.

like this one...

Ascendo tuum

:)

For once I'm gonna let you find out what ascendo tuum means...

See in life, you'll have a group I affectionately call the dandelions:)
ah yes, them flowers which clog your nostrils with them pollen and irritate your eyes. Dandelions are carried off as the wind washes it away. Anonymity is something a dandelion possesses as no one ever knows which plant it came from, but once the plant has grown, we all bear witness to how fucked up it can turn out to be and have our suspicions on who the culprit was.

yeah i'm speaking in riddles, to sum things up, some people choose to remain anonymous while taking low pot shots. let me address you personally you TICK. You can suck the blood of a lion, and leave a scab on his torso, but you're so puny, he chooses to resist even scratching you. And the day you figure out how insignificant your contribution is to this world, I would take my applause with great pride. So yes, I should be ashamed of myself for letting a tick take a morsel of my sovereign blood. Little did i know I was even bitten. But being the self declared defender of the meek, you shall come back and read this post. Yes, you shall come back and read this post on my blog, for you are a sad puny tick that relies on my blood to survive. Do me a favour and stay off my turf:)
Pest control isn't what i applied for:)

I bid you adieu
ascendo tuum:)
(anonymous)

A verbis ad verbera - From words to blows "When trouble looks for you, its rude not to reply"

lol...
Chong Beng messaged me online today to point out who had dissed me:)
the wonders of having people watch your back.


Oh well, she must be reading this blog as well, or someone in the Convo Mag committee must've spilled some beans.

anyway no use pointing fingers.
Unlike some unnaturally gifted individuals who lack the flair and charisma it takes to be Sanjeet:) *hint* I am NOT too busy to do anything for Christmas- instead i went to Jon's place- an old high school buddy and we had a round of CS that ended at 4am:).
For new years, you bet your sorry arse i will be out. See unlike this ewok (lol that creature from star wars) I do actually have a social life that does not resonate in grunts and destructive moans such as the lame ass "super sub" cheer:)

My wit forbids me from ever making such calamatous forms of art, for it is down right degrading. Apologies to ewoks, a gremlin would be more likely. yes gremlins, them fearful creatures that can be nice, and yet can be so freaking nasty you wish you had 2 rounds in your double barreled shotgun, one to punt its head off and the other to mutilate its nuts/reproductive canal to ensure such heinous beings are not further created.

But then again, they probably lack a sense of belonging. After all, how much would she know about class and standards:)
She'll learn it in UK i hope, or she'll bark at the polished individuals the way a mongrel barks at everyone that passes by. Anything that makes her wag her tail:)

this next picture is dedicated to you my dearest sweet lil pinch of shit:)

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castigat ridendo mores

Nope Zalikha- thats a beer belly:)

Its been awhile since I put up a reasonable meaningful rambling apart from my usual requests for pendrives and lost ipods and also a diwali nite invitation. Lets just put that all aside

Castigat Ridendo Mores- latin for one who corrects customs by laughing at them-figuratively meaning someone who serves as a critic, a blunt one. Sometimes a nemesis, but very often an Anti-hero- sorta like Wolverine.




I have recently irked many individuals particularly the ones who are pseudo-backbenchers... yes the group that like to hang around near the back of the lecture theatre but freak out when they miss an alphabet that was spurted by a lecturer. There is one particular organism from this group that has the traits of a Mongoloid who keeps staring at the back not realizing that it is a general understanding that if you're at the back of the lecture, chances are you aren't really interested in paying attention and you'll zone out if the lecturer doesn't garner your interest.
Mastura (captain of the front row) for example sits in the front row as she feels it'll help her concentrate in class, and I applaud her for this and feel some mongoloids who do reach this website should understand that being a backbencher is not merely sitting at the back of the class.
its a conformity you agree to. Its a brotherhood. Its a way of life. Its an identity. A front bencher is one who wants to separate socializing from studying, and pay full attention.
A middle bencher is one who chooses to pay attention during important lectures and doze off in between boring lectures (they're in the middle to avoid detection as they're eclipsed by the Mastura-like terrestrials that occupy the front. The infamous Dundee group occupy this bunch and they are pretty cool in the sense that they don't make that much noise nor do they make a fuss when others are talking behind them. They're a good bunch as they conform to their midrange ways, ignoring the extremes (front vs back benchers)


Now here come the Pseudo-backbenchers. Those that sit behind, because its where the general rebels of the batch sit. yes, lets mingle with them as it'll increase our street rep. Now if anyone has any issue with this statement, prove me wrong:). i mean if you do wanna pay attention and require total silence, move to the middle or front benchers. WHY MUST YOU KEEP STARING AT THE BACKBENCHERS WITH THE HARD-ON KILLING (POTONG STEAM) FACE OF YOURS AND SNARL LIKE THE BEAST OF BALROG! Ah yes, provide me with an adequate understanding of your logic. Now if you have issues with us back benchers, feel free to MOVE IN FRONT. Guys like me have been veterans of the back bench since i was in primary 2. In primary 1 I sat in front as I was the monitor:).



Being a backbencher is someone that phases in and out of the lecture- hence providing his input whenever a question arises so the rest of the hall can share his thoughts. A backbencher is someone who wishes to indulge in personal discussions with fellow back benchers at the back and we pay due respect to the lecturer by sitting behind and not interrupting his lecture. some of us do bring coffee, tea and other foodstuff(cross reference- meehun, fried rice, pork ribs, Pau(s) and loads of other edible material to be engulfed during the lecture). We engage in smaller discussions and arguments as well as brainstorm and try to link our lectures as often as possible. Which is why we have the added ability of critical thinking. YES ITS A FOUL WORD TO THE PSEUDO's. It means having the ability to question and reason everything mentioned in the lecture. While you pseudo's are busy badmouthing me for talking at the back, the subconscious part of your brain is dying to be half as witty as I am. And so you come to my blog just to read what i wrote about you and then deny the fact that you're a pseudo to ease your fecal movements later in the evening:) tough luck.


Now my advice to the pseudo's (you know who you are)- you either shut the fuck up and sit down and bear with us talking without making fucked up retarded faces that resemble the arse of a branded mule, or you move to the front and write down every word uttered by the lecturer. its a free country, do as you wish. As long as you don't tread on me, I'm willing to close an eye and spare you from my list of people to fuck up.


another thing, I recently chose to be a badass and give someone a piece of my mind as i felt like it. Well with no offence intended he was an oriental. Nope i dont have anything against orientals as i am not a racist. well not like you guys anyway. I speak my mind and forget it:).
so yes, this oriental was speaking in the crudest most foul way in his loud voice spurting saliva and the bun he was chewing all over. And i decide to give him a taste of his own Shit. So yes, i confront him, and he says Don't Humiriate yourself (I KID YOU NOT). so i break into a laugh before correcting him and giving him a heads up that its a humerus not humelus (the bone that connects your shoulder to your forearm). He turns around- admitting defeat of course as he does not have his usual group to back him up, and says something in crude Cantonese and walks off.



Ah yes, personal satisfaction, insulting someone in a language they don't understand. I just wish i could sink to a new low like that. I mean it would be amazing if I could like insult everyone in Punjabi if i were losing a battle of wits. Haih... God was cruel. He gave me a working cerebral cortex. DUDE- what i dont know won't hurt me.. It only gives me a reason to blog about you and fuck you up even more:). i mean if you aren't witty with your comebacks, don't engage in a battle of wits. You don't see me challenging Kelvin to a GuitarHero Playoff, or Chong Bing to a Chopstick Rice Eating competition, or even Lenster to a 6 PACK pose down.. You dont mess with Sanjeet and his gab. Cause he'll make you just walk away with your cremastric reflex intact as your balls shrink in a shiver so cold your spine quivers.
Btw, Joon Heng isn't really depressed. I just teased him because he always worries in life. Just like Ben Luke isn't Manic Obsessive Compulsive, but he's always in a rush to do something. Its just an exaggeration. TO THE MAJORITY of you who say, don't la, they're sensitive:) thanks for being the good pro-bono solicitors of the nation. what would we do without you. Gosh. Look, if anyone has an issue, they can bring it up to me. they don't need no messenger. I am not some ghastly being in which a medium is needed to c0mmunicate with me, but i do appreciate the sovereign nature in which I am exalted. Yes, lets inform others to tell him because he's The Sanguine Prodigy, He might insult our faces off. NO.....
lol



And to the one leaving for Singapore. The prayer for my loneliness, and the cinnamon in my cake, I hope you have a safe journey. It was ironic we met today, and yet just holding your hands and staring into your eyes said the world to me. Anthony remarked about the emotions that ran thru me. I guess somethings are better poured out and not kept in within. You shall be adored from afar, and missed deep inside :)

a humble appeal

Dear Readers

I have recently lost my pendrive in LT 2 during one of the practice sessions for the Diwali Night.

One of the properties of plastic is that it doesn't evaporate as a solid and as it is not there now, I can only assume someone has taken it.

I therefore humbly appeal that you return it whoever you are.

It is a black Kingston pendrive with a black and green APACER lanyard. It has a 4 gb capacity and contains all my short notes for CNS. It also contains 3 episodes of house, my pbls and 12 medical books that I had recently downloaded, along with songs for diwali night.

I am appealing that you return the pendrive or at least the files inside it. Please burn the files into a DVD and place it in my mailbox in vista komanwel B-24-5.

If you feel like returning it, please do contact me or anyone in M206

Thank you,

Sanjeet Singh (M0608136)