Who Moved My Cheese? B**ch!

this pic was taken last year during a course at our HQ. it was ok. i'm the youngest, that was why.

left, from HQ. me. someone from our sister company.

a session with one makcik. do i look like i'm enjoying it? ..hmm...

alone but not lonely

it was like watching felicity with a scene where a lonely, hungry busker stood on a pavement and started playing sullivan street by counting crows. and he was smiling. and it was all just kind of melodramatic. it was getting dark. and as the moon rises, he stopped playing. he just stared. he was stunned to see the beauty of this world. the moon. as if enjoying his first sensation of seeing the moon. he was still smiling when he discovered that he was no longer hungry. the hunger just disappeared into the darkness. he walked back to the same spot. the spot was something like a makeshift shelter. then he went on to sing black by pearl jam.

i was just imagining things. i was trying to fly back to the nineties. the unexplainable serenity. i feel like spending a night watching reality bites over and over again. i feel like being a part of the empire records.

and i know, i'll still feel that there was an imaginary connection while reading the article about the night river phoenix overdosed at johnny depp's viper room.

i still have those kerrang and other 90's mags. and one mag dated june 1994 (if i'm not mistaken). merely three months after kurt cobain's death.

refuse.

the game had just begun

in my line of business, we know each and everyone of our competitors by name. the circle is considerably small. we had after-five-conversations regularly. we came with a practised smile and we've learned our lessons in disclosing sensitive datas. no matter how close you are to the person sitting next to you, he or she still going to be your competitors.

a friend from a neighboring centre calls me from time to time. he is now under constant scrutiny by his superior as a result of losing good promotional activities to us, as well as to other "friends's" centres.

we are getting it. i mean, my company formed a task force and having your asses being monitored on a weekly basis is not a cool thing. but i guess, it is the thing to do. now, all three centres are slowly being catapulted back into the limelight in terms of weekly activities.

but, god knows how much i need a break.

i alone

My Burning Heart

My heart is burning with love

All can see this flame

My heart is pulsing with passion

like waves on an ocean

my friends have become strangers

and I’m surrounded by enemies

But I’m free as the wind
no longer hurt by those who reproach me

I’m at home wherever I am

And in the room of lovers

I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances

Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world

I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers

Love Is The Cure

"Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.”

all poems by Jallaludin Rumi.

angie's wedding reception

L-R>>>man and sam and zan.

L-R>>>fiza the pengapit, onn (nadia wanted to be part of this, again).

L-R>>>rashidah and her friend (yummy).

L-R>>>noni, rini, the ghost of tom joad, a friend.

L-R>>>sam, onn, onn's husband

L-R>>>jas, apek and his descendent.

L-R>>>mrs jamil and mr jamil.

L-R>>>Baharuddin Achmad aka apek, wife and Apek The II

L-R>>>i only recognized a familiar face. that's arin in white batik. and the rest, mm..friends.

L-R>>>a friend (she's...mm..blue), dila, dila's friend (i think)

L-R>>>watie's husband, watie herself, the coke-filled glass

L-R>>>maliah, nana, a friend, nadia and che pah (again).

L-R>>>noni, rini (she's..err...nothing), sam, a junior, onn.

L-R>>>azza, azza's hubby, a junior from school, tora (what's his real name?)

L-R>>>sam (he's the law), aza (mrs sam)

L-R >>aida (mrs man), man, zan

now it is time for...err...dine?

please welcome...

easy...easy...

the arrival.

mr halim, imported from best 104fm with a relative of angie.

che pah with nadia. camera-happy, as always.

and we're gathered here tonight to witness...