Is it?
How many times have you been told that telling the truth is better than lying? No matter how bitter truth is. I have been told that telling the truth makes you an honest person. But do we really need too many honest people out there?

The thing with truth is that it is never good. Believe me. I know.

Lemme tell you the story of a guy.

Let’s just call him Ralph. See Ralph is a good person. He’s been honest all his life. The thing with Ralph honesty is that it’s very blatant (very honest) to a point where it has become very, very annoying. According to Ralph’s friends that is.

One day, while looking for a new watch, Ralph meets a lovely girl. Her name is Esther. See Esther hates people who lies and conceals information from her.

So the both of them go on a date. It goes well except for the fact that Ralph likes Esther. Too soon you say?

Well Ralph likes to tell the truth. He likes Esther. So what’s wrong with telling Esther that he likes her? Even if they have just been on one date?

Aren’t we taught to tell things like it is? To be real and all?

Back to Ralph and Esther.

So one day (after the scary confession), Esther decides to cook dinner for Ralph. Sort of like a romantic candlelight dinner that couples usually have when they are comfortable with each other.

But while cooking, Esther has accidentally burnt the veggies and spoils the broth (she doesn’t have too many cook). So Esther, a lazy bum, decides to just serve the dinner and get it over and done with. She knows that the food is going to taste really bad. But she just wants to test Ralph, whether Ralph likes he or not (fishing for not-so-honest compliments). So yeah.

Ralph arrives, eats and tells Esther that the food is great. Esther changes her mind. She realizes that Ralph is not telling the truth and she hates that (all of a sudden). She kicks Ralph out, goes to her local sperm back and gets herself pregnant.

So you see. Honesty. The tricky word that has always been plaguing me.

When is honesty good?

Yes I know. It’s been a while since I post anything. Am just so lazy.

After tirelessly trying to recover the password for this blog (why lah change to gmail account?), I’ve decided to do nothing with it and just post updates on trivial things.

Like how am I doing?

I’m ok. I just realize that Hillary Duff can actually sing. Yes she does and she does it very well I must say.

Anything new?

I’m coming out with a new album soon. Hahahhaha.
Nah.

I’m still trying to clean my room. It’s not that big a space. It’s just that if I clean the magazine area, I'd have to do the book area too and if I do the book area, I have to do the area around the table. So it’s just amat lah membosan kan.

Oh Mokciknab has updated her blog after a long hiatus.

Hmmm. What else is new?
Lemme see

Oh yeah. Yesterday after being sent home by my boss (BALIK!!!!!CUTI LAH!!!!TIDO!!!), I have decided to finally watch the last few episodes of Brideshead Revisited. Tiring I must say. But it’s a good adaptation of the novel. Verbatim. So Best lah if you've read the book. Or else you‘d be thinking

“Who the hell are these people and why do they talk like that?”

The other day Che Kam asks his students to name songs that they think has changed their lives and why. Needless to say Che Kam is furious with the answers given. So he proceeds to test this theory (that I’m actually smart) and asks me the same question.
I replied.

Hmm,

Lemme see

It has got to be The Wallflowers One Headlight (how can you not like Jakob Dylan).

There’s a part in the chorus and it goes something like this:

“Come on try a little, nothing is forever, there’s got to be something better than in the middle.”

So yeah.

What else, what else?

Pyan my best friend is at home for a month holiday. Yeah.
Erm….


Oh there’s this really good restaurant at Bangsar Village II, it’s called Marmalade, the Pesto Chicken Spaghetti is to die for. And the Carrot cake. Arghhh….hhahahha. It’s so super damn delicious. Please ask for extra orange peel when you order that.

Old Boys Weekend is great. I spend the days with Pyan walking, sleeping in various places, just to test the theory that Overfloor is colder than Pavillion and West Wing and East Wing. Haven't got the chance to complete the experiment.

I eat too much. Again.

That and I seriously think Elin of Elin and Mooze looks like Carolyn Bessette Kennedy.