BELIEVE it or not, but a crazy Australian fan “buys” Shah Rukh Khan a piece of the moon every year on his birthday.
“Yes, an Australian lady buys a little land on the moon for me every year on my birthday. She has been buying it for a while now and I get these certificates from the Lunar Republic Society,” Shah Rukh Khan told a newspaper.
The Bollywood star who celebrated his 44th birthday on Monday has apparently met his fan and she keeps in touch with him all year through mail.
“She writes me colourful e-mail (in the sense one line is red, one is blue and so on).
“I feel blessed to have the love of so many people worldwide,” he said.
According to one online lunar real estate agency, www.lunarregistry.com , the “Sea of Tranquility” is the most sought-after address on the moon.
A 4,047 sq m plot of land costs US$37.50 (RM128.066). The actor currently “owns” several acres on the moon. (StarOnline)
Now that's adding insult to injury. I mean. Come on. We all know Earth is relatively small in the Universe and the population is growing at a steady rate. But having a land on the Moon? That's nuts. Not only the moon is much smaller than the small Earth, there's no way for one to live up there!
Why have your own land on the moon? To live there during the summer? To escape from the hustle and bustle of Earth life? To shoot a new Bollywood movie on the moon?
Wait. The third proposal sounds cool. Imagine dancing and singing on the moon. Not just the couple. Don't forget the many back-up dancers. And they're floating around. In colourful sari. Spacesuits sari. Now, that would be an Academy Award winning movie. Would it fall under a Sci-fi play?
Sigh.. Money can indeed by everything. I w0nder what will happen if the moon is fully bought? Will astronauts pay to step on the moon? Probably a good investment.
Nov 4, 2009
Ride me on this halcyon bird..
Justifying the truth is beyond fathom. It's been a good fight. Rectitude in blue, disgrace in red.
Half of the year was debilitating. A struggle. A indecisive battle between persistence and giving up. Somehow, it was always imbalanced on both ends.
Who mentioned it'll be a snuggle? No one. Yet I have heard piercing insinuation that I have fairly ignored. Why compete when you have lost?
But it's a struggle. Defeat is not purely a lost. It's a forewarning before your downfall, though you can divert if choose to.
I'll creep into this tunnel with a hard hat and find the sparkling diamond exposed on the walls, dug by my forefathers who had faith in me.
I have chosen this option have I not? Then what shall I commence for it be the last thing I do?
It's not the end of the road yet. Only the Gregorian pages say so, but in reality, it's nothing but misconception. I still have to walk.
My premonition is substantial. And my acumen is no more formidable, for it is myself that misinterpreted it.
Sometimes in life, you wish to halt your steps but there will be someone who pushes you ahead. The line at the back of you is too crowded to let you have a rest just for moment. So, you just have to move on, leaving and leading your followers or friends or families.It may not be clear but life goes on because people wants us to, who merely guided us like a marionette. It's not a complaint cause I'm in full gratitude of that. But there's a boundary to every act.
Whatever you plan to give up doing, think about it's diverse effects. Is it conscientious?
As for me, I have not made the wrong choice, it's just that I have not chose it wisely anteriorly.
But as the famous admonition goes "It's never too late". It's time to change. For the better.
Half of the year was debilitating. A struggle. A indecisive battle between persistence and giving up. Somehow, it was always imbalanced on both ends.
Who mentioned it'll be a snuggle? No one. Yet I have heard piercing insinuation that I have fairly ignored. Why compete when you have lost?
But it's a struggle. Defeat is not purely a lost. It's a forewarning before your downfall, though you can divert if choose to.
I'll creep into this tunnel with a hard hat and find the sparkling diamond exposed on the walls, dug by my forefathers who had faith in me.
I have chosen this option have I not? Then what shall I commence for it be the last thing I do?
It's not the end of the road yet. Only the Gregorian pages say so, but in reality, it's nothing but misconception. I still have to walk.
My premonition is substantial. And my acumen is no more formidable, for it is myself that misinterpreted it.
Sometimes in life, you wish to halt your steps but there will be someone who pushes you ahead. The line at the back of you is too crowded to let you have a rest just for moment. So, you just have to move on, leaving and leading your followers or friends or families.It may not be clear but life goes on because people wants us to, who merely guided us like a marionette. It's not a complaint cause I'm in full gratitude of that. But there's a boundary to every act.
Whatever you plan to give up doing, think about it's diverse effects. Is it conscientious?
As for me, I have not made the wrong choice, it's just that I have not chose it wisely anteriorly.
But as the famous admonition goes "It's never too late". It's time to change. For the better.
Nov 3, 2009
Bukan kenapa cikgu, dengar ini masalah dulu.
Imagine there's a tree in front of you, say, one kilometer away. To reach the tree from where you are, you would have to reach half the distance first, or 1/2 km.
To reach 1/2 km from the tree, you would have to reach half of the halved distance, or quarter of the distance, 1/4 km.
And this sequence would go and on - 1/2, 1/4, 1/8 , 1/16 and so forth - and it'll eventually end up to an infinite number, ad infinitum.
Since this sequence goes on forever, you and I now, upon reading and yet understanding this, would logically say that you would have to travel an infinite (no boundary) number if finite (with a boundary) distance. Thus, infinite amount of time.
Let me save you the trouble, conclusively speaking, we can never actually get anywhere owing this paradox a big favour.
Patutla ku slalu lambat gi skolah. Salah Tom ngan Zeno.
Anyway, this paradoxe is claimed to be attributed to Zeno of Elea.
To reach 1/2 km from the tree, you would have to reach half of the halved distance, or quarter of the distance, 1/4 km.
And this sequence would go and on - 1/2, 1/4, 1/8 , 1/16 and so forth - and it'll eventually end up to an infinite number, ad infinitum.
Since this sequence goes on forever, you and I now, upon reading and yet understanding this, would logically say that you would have to travel an infinite (no boundary) number if finite (with a boundary) distance. Thus, infinite amount of time.
Let me save you the trouble, conclusively speaking, we can never actually get anywhere owing this paradox a big favour.
Patutla ku slalu lambat gi skolah. Salah Tom ngan Zeno.
Anyway, this paradoxe is claimed to be attributed to Zeno of Elea.
It's still the same tempo but the music had changed.
The light chipped before it ever reached the deceptively flat ground. This prolonged harmony recited by the orchestra our bloomed love in which the jubilant symphony turned melancholic in just a beat. What frequency must I be tuned to pluck the string so I may produce a rather melodious overtone?
I've played this game not based on chance or randomness and God never play dice, but the implication it gave was that the spectators had the final call, thus being the trophy bearer. They would shout jubilantly while myself, along with Mr. Hyde will only be cast out into the field where hyenas will laugh and quarrel with the vultures.
But you were stoic in front these many impressions. A million eyes forming shrouds yet you still are adamant with your altruism. You always chose to work pro-bono, yet the two-horned statue may have altered your path for just a while and you would thank Graham Bell's invention to lead you back.
How ever unfortunate my wretched being may be, yet you could still the orb inside this chasm, and that is what I loved about you. Always brightening up the darkness and I believed Tartarus wouldn't be as torturing if your presence was in sight.
Presently, it's grasping these uncluttered recollection of pieces written by the orchestra that makes me feeble and wishing you are here to play these last composition. Written by you and me. The last note is practiced before the curtain is drawn.
I've played this game not based on chance or randomness and God never play dice, but the implication it gave was that the spectators had the final call, thus being the trophy bearer. They would shout jubilantly while myself, along with Mr. Hyde will only be cast out into the field where hyenas will laugh and quarrel with the vultures.
But you were stoic in front these many impressions. A million eyes forming shrouds yet you still are adamant with your altruism. You always chose to work pro-bono, yet the two-horned statue may have altered your path for just a while and you would thank Graham Bell's invention to lead you back.
How ever unfortunate my wretched being may be, yet you could still the orb inside this chasm, and that is what I loved about you. Always brightening up the darkness and I believed Tartarus wouldn't be as torturing if your presence was in sight.
Presently, it's grasping these uncluttered recollection of pieces written by the orchestra that makes me feeble and wishing you are here to play these last composition. Written by you and me. The last note is practiced before the curtain is drawn.
Nov 2, 2009
Draw your swords man and through this battle may we forge our names in history!
It's interesting the way people hide their solidified certitude right at the sole of their steps. Every illegal advancement in understanding was proven undertaken by only a mere midget in the eyes of the rabbit in Alice's Wonderland. Taken by the chances where Pegasus flapped it's pennons and all hopes faltered. What is being altruistic if the facts are laid upon our journey and it germinate into a brick wall where not even Excalibur could help King Arthur? But maybe Gregor Mendel would probably know why.
Time devoured the seconds and the living. Bringing to custody for the unlikely ruling of the court's judge that misplaced his hammer after receiving his call from the Godfather. And the night prowled over our pre-acumen, so it's time to sway to the land where prince and princess die together to fulfill the will of "till death do us part". May you feel the grievance of this dire act Shakespeare. Kidding.
Alright then. Gotta get these sheep jumping over the fence now.
ps : I know this should be in "The Poetic Cruise" punya blog.
Time devoured the seconds and the living. Bringing to custody for the unlikely ruling of the court's judge that misplaced his hammer after receiving his call from the Godfather. And the night prowled over our pre-acumen, so it's time to sway to the land where prince and princess die together to fulfill the will of "till death do us part". May you feel the grievance of this dire act Shakespeare. Kidding.
Alright then. Gotta get these sheep jumping over the fence now.
ps : I know this should be in "The Poetic Cruise" punya blog.
Sebelum saya mengundurkan diri, izinkan saya untuk memberi ucapan.
The hectic week's over in just an instant. Tomorrow, studies would go on like usual. Which specifically means that schooling hours is extended till 3.00 post meridiem (pm) again. Yay! What more can you want? No one said Form 6 is easy, right? Adding this unnecessary burden is making things better, knowing that the elongated hours only brings significant adverse effects to the physical being and sucks my brain waves into a black hole because I can't retrieve it back!
But we all know that in similarity with the students problems, teachers are complaining bout this system too. My eardrums may not be as sensitive as listening to a racist joke, but somehow the air in the atmosphere circulates, and I do breathe in the heaved sigh of the teachers. It's not the contented sigh.
It takes two to play the game. So, teachers' who are bored against bored students is certainly an inevitable yet interesting game. Nevermind, we're on the same track, so we'll win together.
Babbles of the day :
But we all know that in similarity with the students problems, teachers are complaining bout this system too. My eardrums may not be as sensitive as listening to a racist joke, but somehow the air in the atmosphere circulates, and I do breathe in the heaved sigh of the teachers. It's not the contented sigh.
It takes two to play the game. So, teachers' who are bored against bored students is certainly an inevitable yet interesting game. Nevermind, we're on the same track, so we'll win together.
Babbles of the day :
- Eating kampua with black soy sauce would raise curiosity if your skin is slightly bent to the fairer side. I had my noodles in black and the waiter, upon serving me my meal, inculpably said "Orang putih makan mi kicap". Racist? Whatever it is, it's something to laugh about and I'm not offended.
- As I recall, based on experiences and logical sense, inauguration/officiating of any official ceremony usually involves ribbon cutting, hitting a gong, reciting any creed or whatsoever. However, yesterday was different. 6 officials watched a video about the school's organization chart and etc. Oh yeah, and it's on a laptop. 6 officials watched a video on a laptop to inaugurate the event.
- What good would a school event do if there are no speeches? They're done for a reason and it's basically protocol. Just a slot to fill in the program. Although the time designated for such speeches are not always within the limit. Some would drag on for hours and eventually causing the audience/listeners to either fall asleep or forget what was mentioned by the speaker on stage. Some keep it short and meaningless. But there are gifted ones who can speak for hours and no one would feel time flies. Sadly, there are not enough speakers who fall in the third category. Whatever happened to "I'll only say a few words" and actually mean it?
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