MEIZITANG : THE TRUTH !!

i am a biotechnologist by profession..the reason why i posted this is because,especially in malaysia there are so many pages in facebook selling this product and when i did my research which is a simple task of going to the FDA webpage and typing in MEIZITANG and walaaa..i got my answer...and also in most of the fb pages,the retailer claims that its FDA approved......

my fellow malaysians, be careful and always "google" for info's regarding anything that you're planning to consume...

lets see what they've got to say....

I JUST CANT.....:D

An 85-year-old man went to his doctor's office to get a sperm count.

 The doctor gave the man a jar and said,"Take this jar home and bring back a semen sample tomorrow.

"The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor's office andGave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day.

 The doctor asked what happened and the man explained:

"Well, doc,it's like this - First I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I Tried with my left hand, but still nothing.

 Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then herLeft, still nothing.She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then with her teethOut, and still nothing.

 We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, firstWith both hands, then an armpit and she even tried squeezin' itBetween her knees, but still nothing.

"The doctor was shocked! "You asked your neighbour to do that?"

The old man replied,"Yes. And no matter what we tried, we still couldn't get the jar open."

India: Eat, pray, give - 101 East - Al Jazeera English

India: Eat, pray, give - 101 East - Al Jazeera English

i'm thoroughly amused..and kinda freaking out..

It is truly hard to comprehend that the bacteriophage is not alive..for something so "dead", it sure executes many complex movements... to say nothing of appearing to have an almost underlying intelligence...


pardon me...sorta random post huh? maybe because my head is full of all the complex functions of this (god-damned!) minute thingy cause i have the much dreaded BIOPHARMING  class test on tuesday, which (fortunately/unfortunately) stands for 30% !!


arrgh...


hoping for luck to strike,
quaint

go on,amuse urself too...:)

the most dangerous disease of 'em all..

Sometimes I have a feeling that I can do more than I actually do. But when I try to do more, I have to face Her Majesty Laziness. Well, everyone knows what I am talking about. I personally define laziness as the situation when you know what to do and how to do something, but … you just  do not want to do it!!
 in my case maybe its just the fabled "senior-itis" syndrome since i am going to graduate soon..
but whateva it is,i really need to pull my socks up since my cgpa now is not exactly where i want it to be..
hmm...




quaint. 

spongiforma squaripantsi !!

ok...apparently there is a new species of mushroom found by scientists in malaysia,i.e sarawak in 2010 n they decided to name it "Spongiforma squarepantsii" because  it has a spongy appearance that reminded scientists of TV’s Spongebob Squarepants !! lol.... thats like super awesome.....hehe..:P

 peace & love,
quaint

Why Me Mom? - Death of an Innocent

-Source Unknown-

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

my my...this is sad.......:(

peace & love,

quaint

and who said life is fair ?:)

sometimes life isnt that fair aint it? lived on this earth's crust for 20 years now and i have seen so many incidences that made me scream THAT SO NOT FAIR !! but alas,most of the time thats the only thing that i could do...shriek at the top of my voice, suck it up, and continue living like everyone else... but what does UNFAIR/NOT FAIR  really means? is it  when life doesn't work out in the end the way we want it to? when we think that we are  the one who deserves fairness and yet we are forced to accept the imbalance and unfairness of a situation ? so, when something good occurs (that's aligned with the outcome we had planned for it),life becomes FAIR suddenly? the feeling of  deserving right and maybe even indignation. 

something to think bout right? :)

and yea...nowdays,i pretty much have learnt to deal with it..there is only two ways to deal with it anyways, you either SUCK IT UP or STOOD UP...and as for myself,i have mastered the art of "sucking it up"/acceptance. letting go/being at peace with it...call it whatever you want...because at the end of the day,you will realize that life is doing what it is doing. Regardless of you. Regardless of your wants. Regardless of your desires, and whims, and expectations.

It isn't going to change.

But, you can.

..and hey,who said life is fair? :)

peace & love,

quaint...

BERSIH 2.0 - Was it worth it? by Abdul Haleem on Monday, July 11, 2011

this is one brilliant note!

Was it worth it?

It has been twelve days since I have seen my wife, my son (who has just turned three) and my one month old daughter, sweet little Lana girl. If I don’t go down to see them this weekend, I will not see them for at least another week. Three days ago my wife and I celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary, whilst we were apart. I had a choice to go back to Penang and be with them for the weekend, but instead, I chose to go down to Kuala Lumpur to support Bersih 2.0.

I arrived in KLIA at about 10:30 in the morning. The airport looks eerily deserted. As I traveled light, I literally ran to get an ERL ticket and jumped onto the train. As my excitement grew, I looked around to see KL appear as a ghost town. Even on Hari Raya holidays, you’ll see more cars in Sg Besi Highway compared to this particular Saturday.

Walking out from KL Sentral, I was shocked to see a huge presence of FRU units and police. I assumed this is to ‘manage possible demonstrates who might alight in KL Sentral and walk towards Masjid Negara.’ I proceed to my hotel which is just across from KL Sentral. Coming out from the elevator I was greeted by two cops who are stationed there. I told them I am here to check in and they let me pass. I did notice more polis in the lobby but I was still naïvely thinking that they were only there for general safety. I checked in, went to my room and changed into something more comfortable, (not the official t-shirt though) and walked back to KL Sentral. I was surprised when I was still managed to get a ticket to Masjid Jamek.

As soon as I alight in Masjid Jamek LRT station – I could feel the atmosphere. The party is definitely ON. I remember thinking to myself that being alone may not help at all. Thus, I seek a group to join. Within 5 minutes, I noticed a crowd of about 30 people gathering at the junction of Amanah Rakyat Building. As I join them the leader starts to give a speech.  A journalist told me it is Dr.Hatta Ramli from PAS who is giving the speech and he will lead this group to Stadium Merdeka.

We manage to walk to Menara Maybank  without any trouble. By now the group size grew to hundreds, as we are now joined by other political figures such as Tony Pua from DAP.

Suddenly, without any warning, teargas and chemical laced water were shot and sprayed towards us.  The effects were immediate and were more than I could bear. As this is my first face off with such hostility, like many hundreds around me, we ran to seek shelter. We climbed the stalled escalator towards the main entrance of Menara Maybank and worn out and almost defeated, we crumbled to the floor for a decent breath. The teargas effects were agonizing and thanks to the expertise of FRU chemical unit, the chemicals were burning my skin. There were number of Makciks hand in hand with their teenage daughters. Although people were outraged, we remained civil and this was when I learned my first two lessons of the day.

1. Despite the anger, frustration and pain, all of us were civil. Very civil. I instinctively knew that it wasn’t a good time to break and thrash everything that was in front of us. Although vandalism is part of mass rallies everywhere else, it wasn’t here. Not one person vandalized anything.
2. True unity is in action. People genuinely care for each other regardless of ethnic, religious or status differences. Everyone was ONE. Malaysians. With all due respect Mr.Najib – this is 1Malaysia with substance. Not the kind of crowd with free 1Malaysia tshirts waving the Malaysian flag whilst thinking of the free food which will be provided later.

Was it worth it to join the rally? Definitely, I have no doubt in my mind. I felt a sense of solidarity with all those around me, in a way which is almost unexplainable.

After 30 minutes of a break and recharging myself with a can of Redbull, I seek to rejoin the masses.  I found a huge group just in front of our newly renovated Pudu Bus Terminal.  By then, the marchers had already experienced rounds of tear gas and trigger happy water cannons. I watched in shock, as water ran down the street like a flash flood. Somehow, I manage to sneak into the crowd.

Someone told me how MP Sivarasa was negotiating with the polis and whilst he was negotiating, I had the pleasure of experiencing something, I will never forget for the rest of my life. Despite the drizzling rain, the uncertainties and the risk of being fired by another round of teargas, the crowd spontaneously starts to sing Negaraku. It was such an awesome moment in my life, that I had goosebumps.

 Later MP Sivarasa informed us that the police were allowing us to march on one side of the road towards Jalan Sultan. Deep down inside, I was like ‘yeah right’. Less than 10 minutes later, he and couple of other negotiators were whisked away by the polis (they were later arrested) and all hell broke loose. Rounds of tear gas and sprays from the water cannon, force the majority of the group into the Tung Shin hospital compound. I initially thought that it was a safe bet to be in a hospital compound. Boy oh boy, it was a perfect trap for us. Yes, they did shoot tear gas inside the parking compound of the hospital.

 Being cornered with nowhere to run, not less than 30 guys and girls were arrested, including me.  I was handcuffed using some sort of cable tie (which I use wildly in my job), but the only difference being, this one is much larger. The cop who drags me from Tung Shin Hospital compound all the way to Menara Maybank was very civil, but not the FRU personnels, who were standing along the street. At least five of them make nasty remarks about my disability.   I was grouped with not less than 50 other detainees in Menara Maybank waiting for the famous Black Maria.  At this moment, I learned my next two lessons whilst waiting for the Black Maria.  

1. I first met the now most famous Bersih 2.0 figure, ‘Aunty Bersih’, whilst the crowd were singing Negaraku. She sang along. Despite her fragile state and clearly suffering from earlier teargas effects, she holds on to the flowers. Determined and courageous, just like Ambiga.  This aunty came around to the staging area where we have been held up and with full respect, she bows in front us – the official detainees.  It was so touching. I learned that this is a fight for everyone. This is a fight for the future of our kids. The fight to save this beautiful nation.
2. Not less than 5 good Samaritans came around and passed us fresh bottled waters. They bought it and brought it to us. For some of them whose hands had been tied at their back, they even hold up the bottle whilst they took a sip. Who are they, politicians? Nope. Suhakam? Nope. Just another MALAYSIAN. I learned that this is who we are. What we are. Utusan, Ibrahim Ali and their fellow goons surely have no idea what is like to be on the ground.

Was it worth it to join the rally? Hell yeah!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

After being help up for almost an hour, we were taken to Pulaupol. Man, the place has been setup for a carnival. A number of makeshift tents, mobile lavatories, temporary surau’s and being Malaysians, buffets included. This is surely a good PR job by PDRM. My estimation is not less than 500 detainees in there at this time.  It was tough and as this is my first time being detained, I was calm, as I knew that being tense will not help anything at all. Our MYKAD’s has been taken away. We were allowed to use the lavatory and Surau’s but not allowed to use the mobile phone. Despite this, I continued to text my brother and other friends. I was informed that the lawyers were not allowed into the Pulaupol compound. Within an hour, all the formalities were done. No statement was taken.

The chaos really began when the cops started a roll call to return us to the MYKAD. Imagine a guy with loud speaker calling out name after name. Somehow, this is a blessing in disguise. During this roll call, every time a non Malay name comes up – the crowd cheers for him loudly, followed by a big round of applause. At about 8 pm, my name was called and I hitched a ride on PDRM buses which ferries the released ‘detainess’ back to KL Sentral. I got off just outside the main entrance of Pulaupol and joined my brother and his colleagues. 

A few minutes later – something unexpected happened. Harris Ibrahim was walking out calmly from the crowd at the main entrance of Pulaupol. I can’t help myself but call out his name loudly, I went up to him and embrace him.  I did see the kind of joy in his eyes knowing all his efforts had paid off and I am sure he could see in my eyes the kind of satisfaction I had, because I had joined this rally.

Was it worth it? – Do you need to ask me again? – What’s next my fellow brothers and sisters?

peace and love,

quaint 

blast it !!

awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!! <3

a malaysian joke part 2

A little boy wanted RM100 badly and prayed for two weeks but nothing happened.

Then he decided to write GOD a letter requesting the RM100.

When the Pos Malaysia received the letter addressed to GOD, they decided to send it to the Prime Minister - Najib Razak.

The PM was so impressed, touched, and amused that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy a RM5.00 bill. Najib thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy.

The little boy was delighted with the RM5.00 and sat down to write a thank you note to GOD, which read:

'Dear GOD, Thank you very much for sending the money, however, I noticed that for some reason you had to send it through PutraJaya and, as usual, those corrupt UMNO/BN crony bastards took away RM95.00. I know that you love them God but please I pray, do not ever trust them where money and women are concerned'.

jokes time!! A Malaysian Joke :P

NATIONAL FLOWER: Bunga Raya (Hibiscus). 

NATIONAL CAR: Proton. 

2nd NATIONAL CAR: Perodua Kancil. 

3rd NATIONAL CAR: Perodua Tikus it's suppose to be half the size of the Kancil, but somehow Malaysian drivers will still be able to squeeze in 6 or 7 passengers. 

NATIONAL BEHAVIOUR AT CAR SHOWROOMS: First walk towards the car you are interested in. Then walk around the car in circles, tapping and knocking every part of the chassis with your knuckles. Then say something like "Body not very solid..." After that approach the front left tyre, give it a few hard kicks to "test" the tyre. Next walk to the rear right side and press the body of the car down a few times, while exclaiming "wah, absorber not bad". Now you are ready for a "test drive" Get into the car and give the steering wheel a few turns. Flash the lights, sound the horn, recline the seats, open up every compartment etc. Do all these tests while you're pretending to read the brochure. Finished? Final test: get out of the car and slam the door a few times to check for "solid sound". If satisfied, approach salesman and ask "How much loan can take?" 

NATIONAL RICE COOKER: National Rice Cooker. 99% of Malaysian households use a National Rice Cooker, the other 1% don't eat rice. 

NATIONAL DOG NAME: Lucky or Poppy. Every self respecting mongrel in Malaysia who has an owner will invariably be call Poppy or Lucky. 

NATIONAL BREAKFAST (ON THE WAY TO WORK): Nasi Lemak. Who cooks and eats nasi lemak at home for breakfast? 

NATIONAL BREAKFAST (AT HOME): Maggi Mee. Also the national lunch and dinner if you're an outstation student, bachelor, neglected husband, lazy fella, etc. 

NATIONAL EXCUSE FOR HAIR LOSS: Maggi Mee. 

NATIONAL EXCUSE FOR BEING LATE: Traffic Jam. 

NATIONAL CONDOM: None. Most Malaysians still feel embarrassed buying condoms. So they rushed in to a Seven Eleven, hurriedly grab the nearest pack, any pack, pay and leave before the cashier can even blink an eye. If it's not available, Malaysians optimistically apply the other birth control method. (See below) 

NATIONAL FRUIT FOR INDUCING MENSTRUATION: Pineapple. 

NATIONAL APHRODISIAC DRINK: Stout. Many swear by it. But after a few pints they start swearing at everything... 

NATIONAL FAKE ILLNESS FOR GETTING MC (MEN): Food Poisoning. 

NATIONAL FAKE ILLNESS FOR GETTING MC (WOMEN): Menstrual Pain.

NATIONAL EXCUSES GIVEN BY WOMEN WHEN REFUSING SEX: Headache, kids not asleep, maid not asleep, mother-in-law around, early appointment, food not digested yet, air cond not cold enough, air cond too cold, nail polish not dry yet, forgot to take the pill, sleepy, stomach cramps, menstruation, haven't remove makeup, haven't shower, no water supply, going to watch "Santa Barbara", depress, no mood, etc 

NATIONAL EXCUSES GIVEN BY MEN WHEN REFUSING SEX: None. 

NATIONAL SECRET SEXUAL DESIRE OF MALAYSIAN MEN: Transvestites Every heterosexual male Malaysian seem to have a secret desire for a "bapok". On a Saturday night, they flocked to all those places where the transvestites hang out. They ogle at them, tease them, pay for their "services", etc. They never fail to honk in excitement when they see one on the road. And the Saturday night outings to these places are always in a group of three or four male friends. It's a kind of Malaysian male bonding. Yes. Male bonding by seeking out men dressed up as women. It's no wonder that drag shows such as "Paper Dolls" are ever so popular in Malaysia. 

NATIONAL CURE FOR HEADACHES: Panadol the "cure all" for Malaysians. If it fails we have another secret weapon; Tiger Balm. 

NATIONAL CURE FOR DIZZINESS: Minyak Angin Cap Kapak 

NATIONAL CAUSE OF DIZZINESS (FOR YUPPIES): Happy Hours 

NATIONAL INSTANT CURE FOR DIZZINESS (FOR YUPPIES): The sight of a police road block. 

NATIONAL CURE FOR DIARRHEA: Pil 'Chi Kit' Teck Aun The miracle cure! It works. Ten minutes and you're "dried" up. Always pack some of this stuff when you're travelling. 

NATIONAL CAUSE OF CONSTIPATION: Pil 'Chi Kit' Teck Aun The pills are so tiny it's easy to swallow an extra mouthful and overdose on it. No one can help you here. 

NATIONAL CURE FOR "HEATINESS": Eno, Leng Chee Kang, Chinese Herbal Tea, Tonic Water, Barley Drink, Chin Chau. 

NATIONAL PASTIME ON WEEKENDS: Queuing up patiently at Magnum 4D shops. This is very strange. On week days you'll find the same people jumping queues, elbowing the next guy at the bus stops, train stations etc. THEORY & REALITY. The probability of you winning the first prize at a 4D game is 10000 to 1. Hard to comprehend? Imagine you're at the Merdeka Stadium and you're standing on the field facing the grandstand. There are only 10000 spectators and you have lost your car keys. One of these guys in the crowd have found your keys. I give you only one chance to pinpoint that guy. No way right?! So much for the theory. Now for the reality. Malaysians are an optimistic lot and I believe that the possibility of your lucky number coming up in a permutation is always almost 10 to 1. That is why the next morning at the kopi tiam, someone will be screaming %#*&! Na Phui! Number Terbalik! My good friend Loo Singh, a regular punter has offered the following tips: When you're at any KTM (Kuda, Toto, Magnum) outlets always avoid a queue consisting mainly of Chinese. These fellas don't like pen and paper. They bark their bets across the counter causing unnecessary delays. Avoid the queue where there are many Indians. Indians like to place RM1 bets. Only problem is they place about 200 RM1 bets at the same time. The whole of Sentul probably tumpang him. Go for the queue where there are many Malays and Indonesians. Usually, they place small bets and only on one number. 

NATIONAL WATCH FOR TYCOONS: Rolex. Usually the model with the gold bracelet and diamond studded bezel. 

NATIONAL WATCH FOR YUPPIES: Tag Hauer. Every yuppie's must have "show off" accessory. Usually further down the wrist, in the palm is a tiny Motorola StarTac cellular phone. The irony is that Motorola spent much time and effort inventing a phone that can sit comfortably inside the shirt pocket. 

NATIONAL WATCH FOR THE REST OF US: Rolex, Tag Hauer, Raymond Weil or Patek Philippe from Petaling Street. 

NATIONAL FORMULA ONE DRIVERS: Mini Bus Drivers. 

NATIONAL RUBBISH DUMP: Anywhere. As long as it is not your house. 

NATIONAL FINANCE COMPANY: Kedai Pajak Gadai (Pawn Shop). My Tag Hauer is now proudly on display there. 

NATIONAL SNACK WHEN WATCHING A MOVIE: Smelly cuttlefish (sotong bakar)(during the trailers), Kua chee (during the movie). 

NATIONAL PLACES FOR SMOOCHING: Lake Gardens, cinemas and reservoirs. 

NATIONAL PLACES FOR PEEPING TOMS: Lake Gardens, cinemas and reservoirs 

NATIONAL JAGA KERETA: Wilson. 

NATIONAL MOST MISPRONOUNCED NAME: Carrefour (sound like Car Fu). Sometimes even pronounced as Carry 4! 

NATIONAL ANTHEM OF PETALING STREET: "Lemon Tree" Natural successor: "Barbie Girl". 

NATIONAL ROAD: Jalan Tun Razak. On a short stretch there's the National Theatre, National Heart Institute and the National Library. 

NATIONAL BEHAVIOUR AT ANNUAL DINNERS: Attacking the Balloons This one can never figure out. When the balloons are dropped from the ballroom's ceiling, grown men in tuxedos, women, children, even the Waiters will attack the balloons like savages. They squashed and stomped on the balloons so ferociously until not the single inflated balloon is left. They take no prisoners. They then quietly march out of the ballroom like victorious soldiers leaving behind a trail of death and destruction. Animals! 

NATIONAL DECEPTION: The Wonder Bra Ever wonder why your girlfriend or wife suddenly looked incredibly shapely when she's dressed up for a party? It's the Wonder Bra! At this point if you experience a sudden uncontrollable urge for a quickie, she'll most likely give you the standard National Response: "I don't want to mess up my makeup". 

NATIONAL ROADSIDE DISTRACTION: The Braless Tourist See how heads turn and traffic slows down when a braless Mat Salleh backpacker goes bouncing about on the streets of KL. 

NATIONAL POSE: Stick Two Fingers. Another one which I can't figure out. When you're having your picture taken, the friend behind you will always place two "horns" on your head.