My friend gave me these links… beware of wasting time! 🙂
I suppose it is time to throw my shoes away when the soles start to separate from the shoe, flapping like a mouth everywhere one walks and when random street-dwellers mutter at you, “Belilah kasut baru!” (Malay for “Buy some new shoes!”)… Damn hoboes.
So, out went the old and, with a couple of friends, I went to Kota Raya Shopping Complex to shop for my new pair of shoes. Now, the thing about shopping for shoes at Kota Raya is this: you can get a pretty good pair of original “unoriginals” (bootlegs, to my American friends) at prices too good to be true. For instance, a pair of “authentic” Nike Shox shoes is listed for RM99.00 (about US$26.00), a steal compared to the normal price of RM300.00 (about US$75.00).
The only problem with these too-good-to-be-true prices is that they are for suckers.
Even at these bargain prices, you have to haggle because the shoes can be bought for far, far less. But, how do you haggle for prices? Well, follow these few principles and you should be alright:
Apparently, not – if a blogger or two are to be believed.
You see, my previous statements about smoking being an utterly disgusting habit has marked me as some sort of right-wing, prejudiced, holier-than-thou, “hardcore” Christian. I am not entirely sure where these people got the idea that I was writing an anti-smoking apologetic from the Christian camp, but since I am a Christian, I suppose I will take responsibility for that, too. After all, Light and Salt remain the same wherever you might find them, no?
Anyway, in the interest of a healthy discussion, let’s address some issues.
Can someone please explain to me the smoker’s concept of “an individual’s right to choose?” You see, smokers like to make the claim that “it is MY body and MY health, so I can do whatever I want to it. Besides, it doesn’t hurt anyone else.” Oh-kay…The smoker’s conscience has always fascinated me: because they are usually walking contradictions.
So I was at the Adult Merchandise Mart today, a quaint little business establishment that sits unassumingly (as unassuming as it can get with great big neon lights!) on McKnight Road – the road near where I live. I travel down this road almost every day and I’ve wanted to have a look in there for a while, since I’ve never been into an “adult store” before (this is true…really). Also, there are none that I know of, back in the homeland – so I thought this would also be an interesting “educational” experience (It was purely a scholastic endeavor… really!). And besides, I got the green light from the missus (REALLY!) – so why not?!
How I Learned I Really Am The Center of the Universe
(or How Everyone Else Is Related To Me)
So here’s something I’ve realized recently: I really am the center of the universe. One way or another, it all leads back to me. Hey, I know it’s hard to take – but it had to be said. Truth hurts because it’s the truth. Let me explain…
All my kingdoms and my crowns
They come tumbling down.
Paper castles, empty thrones
Revealed truly, I stand alone.
Where are the ramparts
From which I perched
To gaze upon my rule?
Under pride’s weight
They tumbled down
And revealed me as a fool.
The crown I wore –
A shroud of vain-glory.
The throne from which I reigned:
Merely a place
Entrusted to me
A season for me ordained.
My kingdom a vast
But empty land
In the end ’twas truly r’vealed.
For I had stocked
That which was not
Worth any, in any man’s field.
For what is gold
To a broken heart?
What is silver
To those who weep?
What is glory
To the friendless?
What is power
When, in death, asleep?
What treasure dare I boast
To show my kingly rule?
At the end when all is done
I truly am a fool.
O mortal man
Before the end
Seek now this sacred wisdom:
All that glitters
Is not gold
And great castles make not a kingdom.
This took a long time to write! I started this more than a year ago before finally finishing it. I was ruminating about how much I wanted to “succeed” in life – in a way that people around me, from my past, present and future, would be hard pressed to ignore. And then, suddenly, the first and second verses came to me and I realized that I was tempted to go where angels fear to tread. Then came the long hiatus before the rest of the poem finally arrived.
I still want to be successful, especially at the age of this writing (going on 25 this year!), but I’m hoping that my success would be in the end (and that’s when success is truly measured), not just paper castles and empty thrones.
Copyright (C) Wong Giok Leigh, 23 April 2003 – 2 July 2004. All Rights Reserved.