code O.C.D?

What is OCD? Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

a psychiatric anxiety disorder most commonly characterized by a subject’s obsessive, distressing, intrusive thoughts and related compulsions (tasks or "rituals") which attempt to neutralize the obsessions.

Yeah, for you info, I feel insecure when I am in the middle of crowed places as there might be the a silent killer which comes with “white mask” and it is so prefect to be called as a silent blast. Not to say that I am so meticulous and fussy about anything but hell ya, I have to admit this for some reasons. Something about me;-

I can say that I never even try to touch the edge of escalator while using it as I assume that there are so many people are touching it who has different background of health. We never know if there is some infected emulsion of human being like blood. You never sure and know if your skin is having scratch so it may lead those viruses or bacteria to get in. Besides that I am reluctant to grip or touch any LRT or commuter’s rows in case I cant manage to get a seat.

I rarely use men’ toilet type which is located at a wall and you just simply pee on it. Nah, the toilet might have some infected urine of sick people- STD?, mind you. Let say, you are having high shoot of pee straight to the “wall” then sure it will reflect back to you right? or specifically it may reflect to the Pe**s back. About the consequences of it, nah I wont elaborate more on it. Be my guess to figure it out. Having a “big business” aka defecating at public toilet (unless at KLCC) is not for me, tho. Cheap malls will not be at my 1st place as its toilet is not managed propely, and still.

Money or coin is a great medium of transferring diseases. Anybody have right to owe and have it regardless what status you are. I do make sure that after touching or griping it, I make sure I wont touch any part of my body especially the face. The reason is, because I do have pimples and sometime they are to easy to attract bacteria as the skin surface may be exposed while having some recovery pimples. So , by touching it to ur face, you may help those bacteria to come in. Well, we never know where does the money come from right? Washing hand? Detol is my priority here.

You may say that I am so freak to some extend or can be called as OCD.Nah, I don’t bother what people might say as long I am pretty sure that I am to conscious about health and fitness. What I have written here are just a simple thought to be shared which is what I am thinking now. No force or temptation to urge you all to be as what I am now- too freak about all these universes yet I am not that isolated from the logical thought for some situations unless they have some high jeopardizes to be alerted. This is the life and thanks god that we are able to read and understand some facts about how to keep safe to your self even it is cant be prevented 100% but unless you manage to control rather than just folding your arms.The saying- Education makes your life better , can be applied and sounds logic in this context- Health maintenance. Sorry if I do freak you guys out. Till then, will nag again for some issues.
Bersama menuju ke arah masyarakat sihat…

X0X0X0 Josh

what past means to me?

It’s 3.03am
in the morning and welcome to the new day fella…yeah, sound like a breakfast show..but hell ya, sounds pretty cool huh..just in the department to continue the thing that am doing for past few mins ago…hehhe..diggin and lookin for related journals…but, since that am on9 too, and i'm taking a couple of time to update my blog…hehehhehe..after blogin I checked my mail today,as I browse my new mails….something catchy to me and guess what? I do keep a very sweet old mail from one of my ex-BBA UUM program students (as previously read all old valentine emails from my other students too ), I still remember who was the sender-she is kinda a sweet student ..but the email sounds funny and yeah..cool to me because of its contents ..heheh..okies here we go, let me go halves it with u (sharing is caring)..ahahaha..here we go:-

dear sir,
when i saw u…
something happen inside me.
i don’t know…what it is…
do you know sir???
NOT LoVe!!!
BUT…
i’m so proud of your creadibility.
when you was late to our class…
i can see you…’kalut’ but i like to see the way you ‘kalut’.
you look smart in your clothes…
your hair…fuhyoooo…so cute…
i mean it!

he2…just jooking and cut the craps!!!…
See, she mentioned about my hair.. yeah..it’s worthy that previously I was too obess with my hairdo…mind u..hehehe…I love to have new hairdo actually and and for sure it’s more kinky and trendy that now i guess….hehehhehe sound cool huh? wont post the lates pic here..will do so in some other times..hehhehehe… BTW, thanks for the sender of the email..really appreciate it...till then..have a nice day ahead people…


....was taken on 2007...


X0×0x0x Josh!

my tune..so what is urs?

.....a hotel in a tune....just a tune and nothing more than that...........

Hotel California???anyone??
Am sure that most of u ever heard this noun phrase.yeah..this is one of my fav songs that I used to sing when I am having my karaoke time- instead of having “head over feet by Alanis Moresett, ..hehehhe…mind u tat my voice is not too bad….yesterday I sang this song..fueeeeeew..kinda rock my world…it has a prefect tune and sounds so placid…wel, that was the time that I really adore…especially when I was/am to concern to the lyric…it makes me being flabbergasted. some people might thing tat it is a song during those old good times..and hell ya..i put my name down for it…heheh.wel, here we go..i adhered to you my favorite phrase which are taken form hotel California’s lyric by Eagles:-
“Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door,I had to find the passage back,To the place I was before,’Relax,’ said the night man,,’We are programmed to receive.,You can check ,out any time you like,But you can never leave!’”
Come on and retrieve your strength is to see what u have “programmed” to urseft..so what the hell these are all about? only u know…only u….

"Hotel California"
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
‘This could be Heaven or this could be Hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
‘Please bring me my wine’
He said, ‘We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ‘We are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax,’ said the night man,
‘We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!’



....one of those hotles in california....



xoxoxoxox Josh

when a man hides his caring the story goes like this

You aren't going to be his first, his last, or his only. He's loved before. He will love again. But if he loves you now, what else matters? He's not perfect. You aren't either. And the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, cause you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He's not going to quote poetry. He's not going to be thinking of you every moment. But he will give you a part of him that he knows you can break. So, don't hurt him. Don't change him. Don't expect more than he can give you. Try not to over-analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad. And miss him, when he's not there. just simply say to him....I love you.... L.O.V.E- it is a four letter word with a lot of meaning


p/s: when a man hides his cares..then a woman may crazy like hell...so ladies....what would u be oif u may have "he"

xoxoxox Josh

a droplet of tears......

Tears, idle tears
by- Alfred Lord Tennysin(1809-1892)







Tears, idles tears, I know not what they mean,,
Teras from the depth of some divine despair,
Rise in the heartr and gather to the eyes,
In the looking on the happy antumn –fields
And thinking of the days that are no more

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That bring our last friendship for the underworld,
Sad as the last which redden over one,
That skins with all we love below the verge,
So sad, so fresh, the day that are no more,
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns,
The earliest pipe of halt-awakened birds,
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes,
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square,
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.


xoxoxoxo