CREATIVENESS

October is breast cancer awareness month, the hunt for Nurin's killer is still underway and I'm going to appeal my posting to the Ministry of Health on Thursday morning. All I'm going to do is submit a letter stating the obvious reasons (not including the "secluded, backwater state" excuse) and hopefully I'd be able to charm the lady in charge to allow me to transfer to a better state. Let's hope it all goes well.


As I was driving to gym today, I suddenly thought of something which had lingered in the back of my mind for the past 20 odd years. You must know what our dear Jalur Gemilang look like and must have thought of this yourself. Doesn't our national flag remind you of a country which we supposedly despise due to their capitalistic ways? Thats right, the good old U.S of A.

Political creativeness by our country's first politicians or mere plagiarism? Even the flag's name is plagiarized! Nicknames for the American flag are "Stars and Stripes" and "Old Glory".
Stripes = Jalur
Glory = Gemilang

OMG we're soooooo creative!

Oh, you know PAS, the extreme left-wing Islamic political party in charge of Kelantan?



Go figure

REMINISCING THE TIMES

Take a chance with me
For we shall very well see
What our futures behold
Tales of legends untold
Forever I shall be waiting
Right here under the stars gazing

Gazing through your eyes
As I stare into space
The stars start to move
Into the shape of your face

REVIVAL OF THE DEAD SPACE

Protests in Myanmar, Britney Spears' career is officially dead and I decided it's time to do something with my dead space here in the blog'o'spherectomy or whatever it's currently called. Why you ask? Don't. Boredom does weird things to people, some even say boredom is where all religious people get their weird vision-o-rama. Prove that boredom is a bad thing. Moving on.

Just got my letter of posting today from the Ministry of Health. It's official boys and girls, Kelantan it is. WTFOMFGBBQ Kelantan chics here I co........wait, no I'm not going. Siao ah? Going there means signing my own death sentence with my own blood dripping from my nose due to nose bleed from seeing too much pr0n. I love my bak kut teh and bak kua too much. No can do. And I don't want to be called Ingky bin Abdullah from here on. But of course having 4 wives seems too tempting an offer. Hmmmm. Not to mention it's near Thailand, a place where dreams lie, and not to mention chicks with dicks. :P

But seriously, no offence to Kelanatanese people but it's the only place on this planet which moves against the flow of time. It is actually moving back into the Stone Age. Don't be surprised if I suddenly look like this in 10 years time.

Oh guess what??!?!

In addition to my daily rants, I'll be putting up a couple of my own poems! Yay for ingky the poet. No emo-goth-slashing-my-own-wrists type of poems. It's more of those lovey-dovey ones. So if ever you gave your boyfriend or girlfriend one of my poems and have a lot of juniors next time, name one of them "ingky" to thank me. Or even better, bring them over to my future clinic. :P More free poems are available in your nearest "Ingk-linik". Get it? Laugh dammit.

Life without a dream is like existance with no meaning