we'll play it by ear tonight.

1. another day passed by. this ain't no regular thursday. it's the first day of 2009. twothousandnine, it feels kind of weird saying that. and not to anyone's surprise, i have my eve spent in bed. from the window panes i saw the fireworks display. not amused.

2. australia is a very good movie. after the first two hours (it's a 3-hour-long movie), normally i would've settled for a quick nap. however, the very good-ness of this movie is how australia itself being displayed to international viewers from rather a quite different perspective. i wonder when we could have our own movie about malacca pre-1511. i wouldn't mind an epic tale of a happy-ending-love story though. we need to show the world the richness of our culture, custom and all.

3. i could not, until this very day, understand why the world has kept silent over the Israel-Palestine issue. isn't it obvious that the Jews are violating every single international law? "council de securite" of UN? (f**k 'em!). and the worst part is, the whole arab league does nothing. UAE is busy with the tallest building and all that shit when they can at least provide some humanitarian aid to the women and children. i feel bad. even worst when the spiritual leader of Iran released a fatwa for jihad against Israel. to me, the UN is just a made-up forum. they want us to play by their rules when there are actually no rules stopping them. i would say, let's get back to the Holy Book of Quran, if i can make my voice heard.

accidents waiting to happen

a friend told me a story. the wife reminisced about his previous infidelity in a recent argument. stunned he was when he shouldn't. he was caught red-handed whilst enjoying the company of a young, attractive lady almost ten years ago. no problems with the marriage, it was their fifth year and the second child was months old, if i'm not mistaken. i couldn't understand why but he said, "you would never understand women".

since i wasn't in the capacity to comment from the perspective of a married man, i said, "do you know that women can always forgive, but they don't always forget?". i know it's true. i've had my share on this.

still, quoting from the book of tim allen. the guy explained the complexities of a relationship but provide no solutions. he said, men don't like to share their problems. they like to keep it to themselves and resolve it on their own. it's just their nature. they're born with it.

women, on the other hand would always expect their partner to be a good listener. so whenever a woman is having a problem, they can't wait to share it with the other half.

but forget not that men couldn't be bothered to ask, let alone being a good listener. to men (generally), it is all trivial. then the argument sets in. because women thought that we are being selfish (yes we are, at times). or men are insensitive (hmm..). worst, we are having an affair.

funny thing. right.

paranoid by a mistake to avoid

there are moments like waking up in the morning doing the routines, not getting your mind involved because it is not ready. or just too lazy to be involved. so you just do the usuals. the coffee, the tv and the fantastic nature of a seasoned couch. and lots of 90's in the playlist (in my case). well, i have in my possession quite a significant number of mp3 from the superb decade. and today the subject is the verve pipe. remember that killer song, the freshmen? truly, still get the chills.

When I was young and knew everything
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt-stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice

I can't be held responsible
Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshman

My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her
His girl took a week's worth of Valium and slept
Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says

We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say

house is not always home.

walking. i love walking. i love to watch people walking. i love people-watching. do not underestimate the power of observation. and they say you can tell a lot from the way people walk. of late, i haven't been able to satisfy the crave to go people-watching. the rest of the week spent on house-scouting. yes, i'm looking for a house. signs of settling down? maybe. or maybe i know if i wait any longer, the financier will only consider a tenure of less than 30 years.

it's unbelievably true that the price of houses in JB has skyrocketed over the last 5 years. a 20x70 in skudai will have you considering selling off your precious liabilities. 180k, 240k, and sub-sale double-storey in mutiara rini is now 195k. and we bumiputra is now begging to buy a property. a scenario in which you know would be justifiable to shove your middle finger up the government's ass.

in pulai, 230k is the starting price for a linked house of 24x65. if you know where in the world pulai is, you'll instantly approve my hatred over the current administration.

congrats to kudin. so when is the housewarming scheduled for?