the merrier the bet..err

generous flavour

and if you're laughing at this fool tonight as i'm howling at the moonlight. audioslave (r.i.p)

discard to change the scenery

KL

i was so surprised and impressed simultaneously upon watching the talented, fresh new acts in KL's underground music scene. sent to KL to meet a few publishing house personnels gave me the chance of a lifetime to reunite with my college mates. they were preparing to spend the evening appreciating music, having some feel-good time.

while climbing the steps of CM, i saw a class being conducted by a familiar face. Hishammuddin Rais, quickly recognizing that goatee. well, dude was lecturing on some conceptual thingy to some weird-looking "students" or Socrates wannabes, i reckoned. all i can hear is "anti-thesis...bla...bla.... matter...bla...bla...emm, go get more chairs and to those who had just arrived, i got plenty of seats in front of me....). and that's when i turned around and left for the gig upstairs.

reza salleh. one cool dude. perfect opening act. he's a gifted son-of-a-b***h. melina of tempered mental on bass. i thought i saw sonic youth. not until they started playing. combination of dave matthews, counting crows, john mayer and jason mraz. that's how i comprehended his music.

few other bands.
(moods-singaporean) good. they might need a different vocalist for their version of sade's "no ordinary love". (stone revival-singaporean) ok. not my thing. stone roses meets jet or the killers. well, they're stoned anyway. (hujan-KL) unique. frontman must be high on laughing gas. and the rest was satisfactory on my standards.

many funny stuffs.
a group of street performers from azerbaijan, travelling on weird bicycles was the closing act. their performance was much more weirder. satan-like strings puppet, bottle-juggler accompanied by mini drums and violins and accordion. they could be useful for future radiohead's music video.

tittle-tattle

one old fella sat down with us twenty and thirty-somethings. while having a conversation over coffee, we transcended from one topic to another. and finally, we landed on the recent news of PM's marriage.
i have always treated these kind of stories with less interest. another bad one got through the gatekeeper and made it to the front page, and so i thought.

back to the table, we discussed and shared our utmost disregard of the matter. especially the part where millions SMSs flocked in inviting us to join in with the buzz. let alone those emails.

a friend, dressed like someone continuously refusing to grow up, said that this was all part of the govt agenda settings. the election is just around the corner, and as mr bush would do, he's portraying himself as mr nice guy (or simply someone needing everyone).

and then i heard the old fella said, "isn't he supposed to announce the next election? and yet he's announcing his own ERECTION!"

wtf?

fav .gif

click on the following .gif file to watch the animation. nothing interesting. is it obvious that i'm bored?

all i want is U2

flea market
this week, our GM insisted on having another round of it. though the public remain hesitant and the traders reluctant, we're much more petrified by the prospect of poor footfall due to Karnival Jom Heboh in Danga Bay. i'll stop watching tv3 right away.

*dave, the fella quoted myr400 but then there's room for negotiation for serious buyer. btw, i know where to get a shiny, tip-top gramophone. you'll want one!

report
my quarterly board report is past due. i'm expected to hand it over after friday prayer. i haven't even started. f**k it, i'm gonna go for my ciggie break.

days before today.
i slept midway thru shrek 3. (i have my reasons. solid)
i went to kota tinggi and ended up changing tyre on my way back. (road tax is for what again?)
we went to kluang yesterday. (this time no ticket. achievement of the week)
we spent two hours jamming in the office yesterday.(my boss is the vocalist, ain't that cool?)

to my brothers out there, please marvel at the beauty of last.fm.....please....
last.fm is the social music revolution.....loooooooooove it!!

these ...... are made for walking

it left a weird sensation streaming down my veins. sometimes goosebumps, always a hard-on.

i'm talking about my social life. i've been meeting a tall list of girls, had sex with two of them and the rest kinda waiting, panting heavily in a queue. no feelings at all, just lust. don't get me wrong, i'm no player. it just happened and i don't think that i'm entirely enjoying it. now i hate myself for it.

for all i know, i might end up losing everything. i believe in karma. now that thought is really scary. i've never been this superstitious. i thought i never was and never will be. i was wrong.

shit. is this just a mere paranoia?
still i can't help but think is there anything coming my way?

serie-b

seven days in sunny june-flea market

flea market in johor bahru. our first attempt to revive the concept. we went around scouting for traders. companies, govt. agencies, individuals were invited. due to various reasons, a majority of them turned down the offer. we received last minute cancellations, a day before the event, like 70% of them. still, it was considered ok. the last time johoreans ever heard of flea market was back in the 90's. waterfront city, pacific mall, nite bazaar are amongst the fav spots then. they were all abandoned now. the only ever-surviving market is "pasar karat" at jalan dobi, jb's infamous red light district. needless to say, they sell pre-owned goods, or in other words "loots from the break-ins".i haven't downloaded most of the pics so that's all for now. will post more in the future. you'll like it, i'm sure.

difficult yet necessary

ok. i have found the cure. the very much needed cure for most of us. other than spending a brief fifteen minutes on a porn site, here's an alternative.

they rally round the family

i have a meeting after lunch. with multiple presentations to do. with multiple incomplete presentations. i had to come back last nite just to ensure all respective contractors from the previous event dismantle everything accordingly and on time. went to sleep at 3am in the morning. i'm a zombie now.

now, i'm experiencing some sort of a nervous breakdown. similar to what cobain had during their infamous concert in rome. i feel like running around and point my middle finger to everyone. not so civilized eh?

just had my breakfast at 11.00am. brunch? whatever. i need to go out, meet some clients and spend the next two hours finalizing the list for my project.

is it true you can't say things like changing or selling your car while you're in it? because it will react against the idea or worst, towards the idea. ever since i mentioned about changing my car, it started to give me headaches. numerous problemos man! shite!

anybody seen my piggy bank?

yun nam hair care centre

i'm having a problem. it is very, very alarming. i'm starting to lose my hair at a very alarming rate. everytime after shower, towel-dry is what most of us would do but it is just not right for me anymore. seeing those hair falling like leaves in a storm, turning into a weeping willow tree is not a fascinating sight.
what should i do? spend a major portion of my salary over those "save your hair before it's too late" packages or just blindly buy some hair tonic from mr tom, dick and harry?
this is all about confidence. i can't be losing hair at this age. i still need good sex and losing hair means i won't be getting any!
help!

hot for teacher

presentation.
i was assigned to do a presentation on event management. this isn't the first time. as a matter of fact, we've travelled to various high schools. kluang, batu pahat, segamat etc. but last nite, i had to do a similar presentation, only, to a different audience. i mean, they are all HLI students. from UiTM Segamat.
i arrived just about time. scheduled timeslot was 8.00pm. 5 minutes after setting up, the floor was all mine. thank god, it went down well.

workshop session.
as usual, we conducted a workshop for them. they were to present to us a yearly planner of proposed promotional events. man, i feel so much like a responsible citizen then.

funny though as the audience was more or less my age. what kept me going was, there are at least three lovely girls sitting right in front of the rostrum.

if it wasn't an official duty, you know what i'll be doing.

sex is the quickest way to ruin a friendship

all day i dream about sex. that's a.d.i.d.a.s for those not in the know. frankly, sex is the subject lingering in my mind for the past few weeks. lingering, see what i mean?...sexy, lacy lingerie.shit!
girls. they are weird sometimes. all the time to some. this week alone, two girls showed signs that they need something. badly need something. speaking of which, i'm your ever-willing saviour to offer a helping hand, erm, weenie. and you know where i'm getting at.

i saw will ferrell (he's my hero, i must admit) in blades of glory the other night. he's an addict in the movie. a sex addict.
chazz>>>"hi, my name is chazz michael michaels. i'm a sex addict"
all>>>>>"hi chazz"
chazz>>>"so sorry for being late. i was having sex. i mean lots and lots of sex" "there's this girl..
facilitator>"yeah okay chazz" "break it up"

and i thought, so much like myself...haha...

last nite, a girl sent me a rather jaw-dropping sms. we chatted and it came to the most celebrated subject of mankind, sex. she asked my opinion on the subject. my reply was....

"i'm a man. boys will always be boys. we can still do it without the presence of love" we are more interested in satisfying each other's sexual desire especially when there's no strings attached."

she went, "hmm, that's horrible. well, i'm having my period but if you want me to suck your d**k, i can do it for you. so when will it be?

i was like, is this for real? being a gentleman that i am (cheh), i replied "well, maybe some other day. i could use a good nite sleep now"" so see ya".

any comments?

my happiness by powderfinger is a good song

i couldn't find the time to watch blades of glory.
i smoke my Camels like sex for newly-weds.
i haven't been eating my fav beef noodle at roost cafe.
i haven't seen jas for nearly a week. lemau also.
i skipped my lunch a few times lately.
i feel like killing my office mate for his stupidity.
i can barely sleep on time at night lately.
i am expected to bid farewell to my weekends.
i haven't been updating my blog for weeks.
i am sick and tired of a certain, sick female companion.
i noticed a sudden interest in the weird sound of radiohead's amnesiac.
i am about to lose my voice. i stopped taking sedilix. no point, i still cough like a dying leper.
i got a ticket for speeding. please, not all cops are corrupted.

still, i believe that bad things happens. to good men.
a few good men.

ok, now that's better. back to business.

pornography kills

chapter 1-love and relationships

nothing much can be said about the abovementioned. one thing for sure, i'm more interested in getting between their legs rather than to commit myself in a serious, potentially lifelong relationship. lead me to myself, please..

chapter 2-career and commitments
my plate is full. very, very extraordinarily full. trying to catch my breath whilst writing this, i was given another task this morning. the GM gave a remark suggesting something like this "u did a good job on that, now try this". man, u got to be kidding me.

chapter 3-all in all
all i can expect in the months or maybe weeks to come, i'll be travelling a lot. actually, i'm looking forward to it. i love to travel. only, i haven't found the way. to travel without moving. no booze, weed or any mind-altering substance. no jas, you can't help me with this...hehe....

pretty faces in a happy talk

i feel good. they brought a guitar to the office. my car is fixed and i'm listening to muse. i can feel the adrenaline rush in my body synchronizes with "plug in baby". there are only three of us in the office. and that's why i feel good.

i've been suffering from weeks of bad cough. haven't fully recovered yet. and the syrup tastes like shit, if you must know. (sarsaparilla flavour my ass!).

had a meeting yesterday. me and a colleague will be sent to sarawak in the near future to meet someone from sarawak tourism board. "is there a possibility that this trip be postponed to july?", i asked. they said no with a capital N.

TUE 07-04-17 2.30pm

as at 2.32pm today.

one of the decisions derived from yesterday's meeting was not to extend this fella's promo. so when i met him this morning, he started to bombard me with all the scheduled weekend's activities which was never mentioned earlier. trying to remain as calm as possible as usual, i said with a smile that this one must acquire a written permission from me GM. sorry man, i can't help you this time.

right after this appointment, met with another tenant who just came back from dubai. he presented me with a key-chain and a long tale from the middle east. from one story to another, we finally called it a day. only after nearly two hours. thanks man! (for the key-chain only).

it is surfacing at last. i'll be on leave for seven days. one whole week with no plans. nothing. nada. KL? Batam? Singapore? i'm calling a meeting this afternoon.

yesterday, today and tomorrow

yesterday.

had a meeting with our top echelons. with nothing much to report. i succeeded to manipulate the whole situation into discussing about our new project. phew! the plate is getting full and there's just too many things to get done.

today.

GM went to KL this morning. the first thing i did was applying for my leave for our pangkor's trip. HOD out for an appointment. everyone in the office had to suffer the consequences as my mp3 player is playing deftones and old metallica stuffs. our neighbours must be cursing us by now. that's how loud the volume is.

tomorrow.

what am i going to do tomorrow? i shall think about it today. but now, i'm going out. moonlighting.

classics and antiquities

upon seeing dave's latest entry about his achievement on the consumption of the player, i said "damn lucky!". i saw one a few months ago, HMV player selling for RM 600.00 which i thought was quite expensive at that time. seeking advise from self-proclaimed consultants, they told me that i could get those stuffs at a much cheaper price in jonker street of malacca. less than a week, the beauty was bought by someone!

damn!

i'm currently looking for "seterika ayam" made of brass (they're selling it for RM 350.00 here). also, if you happen to see things like;
1. old singer hand-operated sewing machine + wooden box.
2. aquarium-like tv. (yo jas, can you actually get it for me?).
3. old wooden trunk (big enough to hide a girl on a risque rendezvous).
4. old bird cage (the one full of ethnic carvings).
5. old furniture

*to mr david, don't you worry about the cargo fee. i'll bear the cost.hehe.

david is here >>>http://nobleconjecture.blogspot.com/

be selfish to be yourself

i fell asleep whilst watching "my name is earl" last nite. starving like a poor somalian, i went out to grab some munchies. there i met with a group of aged folks doing a reminiscence of the good old days. and so i sat there listening with very much interest in the subject matter. these are typical fellas who can really spend hours and hours of small talk over a single cup of coffee.

i heard someone said about his glorious days as a lorry driver. exchanging punches, boozes, weed and girls was an essential part of their daily diet. days when you can actually buy something weighing more than your balls with a 5-cent-coin.

retrospectively-speaking, back in 1997 or 98, u can still find an x-rated movie screening in a local cinema. the foul-smelling dirty seats was never an issue. it can never hinder the temptations. and the most disgusting thing is, if you look real hard, you'll get the glimpse of the whitish secretion of the male reproductive organ on the floor. no big deal. 90% of the patrons were intoxicated to notice that.

those were the days. people are becoming more civilized these days.
they do it in the toilet stalls.

so that weird thing is also an aphrodisiac?

well spent

it was an easter weekend. stretched until monday for it was the birthday of sultan of johore, as well as mine...:) i did nothing except frequented the level 5 of city square running my own movie marathon for three consecutive days.

first it was, the reaping.
we were thinking that being amongst the first to watch "jangan pandang belakang" would be the coolest thing to do that day. unfortunately, we couldn't get not even a decent seat. first three front rows are for wussies, therefore we decided to watch the reaping instead. b-list movie.

then, jangan pandang belakang.
the only malay horror movie in, perhaps, 3 years. i've nothing against malay movie production but they will always end up with too many loose ends and WTF moments. this one was quite ok though.

after that, teenage mutant ninja turtles.
i failed to read the fact that it was an animated movie. also, the fact that there's no shredder is inevitably frustrating. man, TMNT with no shredder is like going out on a first date, not wearing anything underneath. you thought "it's ok", but no it is not ok....haha...

i spent my birthday playing pool and on that day itself, went for a seafood dinner.
there are too many things to share and too many things to hide. i'm officially 26 and still, i didn't find it alarming to settle down and start having a family of my own. don't they think it is considerably early to have such a commitment?

i have ideals. i have secrets. i have principles. and i also believe in divine intervention.

and the rest is history.

the beauty of gray

caught in between. black and white. love-hate relationship.

battling our inner demons is an ongoing burden. we fell victim to the temptations despite the fact that it was perhaps, morally, wrong. as we love to do something, surely, we hate to suffer the post-traumatic effect. can we not feel the guilt wrapping us like a cocoon and hugging us like a hungry bear after every wrongdoings?

we're just human. now does that come from the saint, or is it the sinner side of your mind?

white lie from a black heart.

ritual de lo habitual

posters i stumbled upon on a porn site. classics!

losing control in a controlled environment

a man in prison would do anything to keep his mind occupied. while doing his time, he might be drawing on the wall, counting the sheeps in his head, solving jigsaw puzzle and just about anything to avoid becoming institutionalized. now that's the word. institutionalized. today's lesson will revolve around the concept of institutionalization.

i came across that term in that movie, shawshank redemption. mr redd, played by morgan freeman, said about what became of their old friend who spent two-third of his life in the pen. now, has it got anything to do with me, or generally, us?

yes. indeed. i get bored easily. i hate routines. i hate the fact that i have to go through the same route to work. perhaps, most of us couldn't be bothered with these facts. i don't know. i hate to do the same thing again and again. i have developed an overwhelming hatred against my job. i no longer enjoy doing it. have i become institutionalized? i'm about to, man!
therefore, to avoid becoming another victim of institutionalization, i took a drumming lesson. sent my guitar for repair work which left a hole in my pocket. bought a laney amp. good news is, i have acquired the balance of yin and yang. inside and outside. phew!

conclusion.
the concept is true. work-wise, people will become complacent with what they're doing. with what they've been doing. as a result, quality is no longer an issue. "i'll do it for the sake of getting it done" kind of mentality. as long as they're occupied, then it's fine.

what say you?

en la primera versión

mukhsin

latest in the pipeline by critically-acclaimed local filmmaker, yasmin ahmad. bringing new dimension to our shore, she left malaysians and many jaw-dropped via sepet and gubra. i've seen both and i've given my credits where it was due.

mukhsin is about love at first sight. short-lived romance that mostly everyone went through, the way i comprehend it. yasmin succeeded in capturing the attention through the zany characters of orked's parents, and maid. but the movie is about mukhsin and yet, a lot of plots and emphasizes, stresses that orked is the protagonist.

i also noticed that the audience, including myself, enjoyed the colourful behaviors of the parents. in awe but not something near to relate to. is there such a parents or we can only find it in a movie?

all in all, i had fun. 7/10 for yasmin. raise your hats fellas, the movie was screened in front of international audience in germany. kudos!

*every single language on the face of the earth is exceptionally beautiful. bahasa malaysia used in the movie encompasses innuendo, personification, idiom and sarcasm but sadly, it was all washed away by the english translation. the subtitle intended for international audience ended up to be monotonous to their ears. don't you agree? (leave your comments).

seven deadly sins in a saint

a wolf in sheep's clothing.
i don't know how much longer can i hang in here, pretending not knowing anything and be that hypocrisy flag-bearer. bee-ya-tchhh!!

300
a good movie. about spartans. the bravery, spirit and unity. storyline similar to 13th warrior where the 300 creme de la creme were sent to the battlefield to protect their motherland against the invasion of tens of thousands of persian army.

shaken but not stirred
a girl two floors below my office passed out during the earthquake incident last tuesday. a good and a bad thing, i thought, as i was in KL when it occurred. the bad thing is everyone went home early. i would've sneaked in with a girl and do it in the office, in a broad daylight. on a tuesday. how cool can that be?

mr jones, myself and me

employing carefully thought-out measures to curb all the issues surrounding me came to a halt. i got so pissed off by this character. she's all nice and smiling in the office. to mr khai, she is a colleague in my dept. i hate that word. i wish, i would if i could, not to have any affiliation with a person like that. go play your politics but don't apply it on your friends if you do regard them as your friends.

as always, i believe people in general are suffering from split-personality disorder. to me it is not clinically an ailment, if you know what i mean. but this one, damn!

maybe she is schizophrenic. hearing voices and tendency to self-mutilate. her alter ego is demanding actions beyond the norms of a civilized society. whatever. to blazes with it.

though feel stupid sharing such a story, i'll end up hiring an assassin, if not.

february star isn't so bright

nothing interesting. well, in singapore they say one should be part of the navy so that you will lead a very interesting life. at least that's what the ad trying to suggest. i say, try again!

muse recent gig in kl harboured lasting impression to many. i read in the papers they had unintended in the setlist. (left with nothing to say).

people change. for better or worse. no exceptions. as for this particular person, she has also changed. to better her game of espionage. now, is that for better or worse?
all of us thought (maybe just some of us who knew), she is no longer a bitch. wrong. don't ever assume. they are blind, the way i see it.

smashing pumpkins 7th studio album due to be released on july 7th. so it's going to be 7777. 07/07/2007. unique?. well, it's smashing pumpkins folks. by the way, the title will be zeitgeist or something.

*ban all fast-food ads? better off with shutting down all such outlets.
still, will that provide the answer to your question?

catchgrabtakeforty winks

i can't think straight momentarily. why?

11 hours earlier.
mom is in KL.hence, i skipped my dinner as i'm too lazy to get my ass down to the nearest eatery. adding insult to the injury, as i'm glued to the couch while enjoying running scared, i smelled something weird. i smell a rat. i saw the cable of my charger coiled like a snake underneath the table. unsatisfied with the invasion of the smell, i started searching around. my lovely cat sat with watchful eyes as if saying "i know what you're looking for!". feeling sleepy and concurrently, blurry vision left me missing the fact that next to the cable is a f**king carcass of a SNAKE!
i cleaned it up and never before been so grateful to have a cat as a pet. she bullied the poor snake and happily bit and crushed the head of the reptile. then, a ritual-like session ensued. i kept scanning the house for any other living creatures apart from me and my garfield. i fell asleep to the funny sounds from my stomach.
woke up at 8.30am. feeling like i've just returned from a month-long hunger strike, i took a portion-for-three plate of nasi lemak, two eggs and chicken plus two glasses of nescafe.

now that is fucking why i can't think straight momentarily!

who cares about lexical density?

14th feb is over. it's already 16th, i'm going to KL tomorrow morning. it's an early morning trip. 6.45am. i wonder if the timing is correct for my sleep-cycle is quite an issue lately. i'm still unsure of the trip's purpose. objective is to study and if possible, adopt (or "i'm fuckin tired to think and we can simply imitate the idea and claim it our own") the concept of bazaar in CBD.

it's raining outside. i've been chain-smoking my Camel filters since 2.00pm. (feel obliged to do so as a result of failing to find a possible candidate to enjoy a quickie).

*the only thing worth shouting about that movie ghost rider is the eye-popping potrayal of delicious cleavage of eva mendes. now who's with me?

pearl jam was in australia and i missed them!

definitely maybe

e.g.
maybe he/she is having a good time.
maybe he/she is drowning in tears.
maybe he/she is winning.
maybe he/she is failing.

maybe. key word there. a brief pause to swim beneath the word "maybe". it's maybe, literally.
does it really matter? if you're a perfect melancholy, it does. perfect melancholy can't and won't gamble. they can't afford to take any chances. not at all. therefore, they really need to know by asking themselves, using that word "maybe". don't even ask why they did that in the first place. they don't have the answer to that question.


wtf. there's so much to be explained about this thing. maybe later. maybe.

valentine's day is for wussies

in response to the second entry from the newly-celebrated blog of mr jasvinder. ponder at the delicate issue of having to celebrate v day (as jas put it). careful enough as not to sound like a loser holding a manifesto, rebelling against the idea of celebrating the day.
i know as far as jas's entry is concerned, v day is merely a made-up occasion whereby those who couldn't find a specific day or perhaps reasoning, can celebrate love in utter plasticness. (am i starting to sound like one of the losers?)..haha...
superficial, in my understanding. love is to be celebrated not only in one special day. though i couldn't actually agree to the concept of enjoying a one night stand for v day, i know it isn't that bad. compared to weeping like a nine-year-old, looking at cards or presents courtesy of past relationships while listening to sad love songs. choy!!...haha...
(will voluntarily kick your sorry ass if you're one of them pathetics!!)

why didn't they have some sort of "rainforest" thingy on 14th feb? i'll be damned not to be part of it!...haha....

currently enjoying the song "sunshower" by chris cornell. for those not in the know, this song is featured in the soundtrack of great expectations alongside "life in mono". i'm back in the 90's folks!

simply LIFE

face the path of time..

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 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
Think 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

photoblog

thought it'd be great to have a compilation of my photos in one separate blog. since i don't own a camera, i'll be sneaking out my dept's and roam around like a lost tourist, hunting for photos which concurrently would glorify the uniqueness of my town. saw quite a number of interesting spots, ads, joints, watering holes and ++. still working on it and will post it ASAP.

another "illuminating bulb appeared above my head", i shall compile the best and must-try F&B outlets in JB. hope everything will be materialised as expected. ciao! (and urban legends as well, perhaps?)

microsoft vista, equation of fart, prayer of st. francis

nearly a month ago, accidentally i stumbled upon a hidden "shortcut" via metacafe.com of how to upgrade my OS. it says,"experience vista before anyone else". hehe. eventually, i did. although still having xp as my OS, i'm enjoying all the features of Vista. similar to a full-fledged, newly-launched Vista OS by Microsoft. one good thing, you'll have an iMac-like dock showing your handpicked, preferred docklets as shortcuts. ask me for the site, if you're interested.

i discovered this during my visit in one of those stalls, doing my number two. problems are just like fart. why?, you may ask.
first-don't keep it inside, find a suitable place (or trustworthy friends for problems) to let it out.
you'll end up embarrassed if not. better be good with your judgment of a suitable place and a trustworthy friend.

second-harmful to keep it inside. there's more room on the outside. isn't it relieving?

third-the longer you keep it inside the worse the problem might turn to be (remember that
foul-smelling odor in that elevator, that's exactly my point!) (bugger must've fermented
the issue!)

and finally, i've reached the 2nd quarter of angels and demons. true enough that once you started reading, it's very, very difficult to find the courage to put it down. all this while, i'm aware of a song by sarah mclachlan, grave prayer of st. francis. thankfully, it was explained in that superb book. it goes like this (please correct me if i'm wrong) "God, please give me strength to accept the things that i cannot change"-prayer of st. francis.
an open secret that sarah mclachlan sometimes hailed as queen of all pathetics, suicidal songs. whatever. she's talented and she wrote enigmatic, beautifully-crafted songs. period.

reinstatement to original condition

veni.vidi.vinci.
received a number of photos depicting a group of Uncle Sam's bastards in Iraq, raping Iraqi girls mercilessly. f**king animals!. instead, i posted this photo of a "heart-of-stone" girl to convey my simple message. it's going to end soon. very soon. karma.

Luna water color

"Bella Luna"

Mystery the moon
A hole in the sky
A supernatural nightlight
So full but often right
A pair of eyes a closin' one
A chosen child of golden sun
A marble dog that chases cars
To farthest reaches of the beach and far beyond into the swimming sea of stars

A cosmic fish they love to kiss
They're giving birth to constellation
No riffs and oh no reservation
If they should fall you get a wish or dedication
May I suggest you get the best
For nothing less than you and I
Let's take a chance as this romance is rising over before we lose the lighting
Oh bella bella please
Bella you beautiful luna
Oh bella do what you do
Do do do do do

You are an illuminating anchor
Of leagues to infinite number
Crashing waves and breaking thunder
Tiding the ebb and flows of hunger
You're dancing naked there for me
You expose all memory
You make the most of boundary
You're the ghost of royalty imposing love
You are the queen and king combining everything
Intertwining like a ring around the finger of a girl
I'm just a singer, you're the world
All I can bring ya
Is the language of a lover
Bella luna, my beautiful
How you swoon me like no other

May I suggest you get the best
Of your wish may I insist
That no contest for little you or smaller I
A larger chance happened, all them they lie
On the rise, on the brink of our lives
Bella please
Bella you beautiful luna
Oh bella do what you do
Bella luna, my beautiful
How you swoon me like no other, oh oh oh

bella luna by jason mraz. it has been quite sometime since i heard anyone sing about the beauty of the moon. personification at its best. listen to it and you'll know.

michigan state university

michigan state university (MSU). i don't know why the hell do i think about my course coordinator lately. did he cast a spell? why and what the hell for? since i just couldn't let the shadow of him vanishing from my mind, i'm just gonna let it be and talk about him.
Mr Rahmat. .a guy so worn out with experience, his face shows it all. early 40's, with eddie vedder's haircut, he rarely smile. he graduated from MSU. how do i know? well, first of all, he's 24/7 seen with his calf-leather MSU document bag and he always showered us with stories from his days there. thick, eighties black-frame glasses. he's a perfect example of a geek who's caught up between giving good lectures and fantasizing an intercourse with one of the students.

one thing for sure, don't ever, ever mess with him. Mr No Nonsense. Lee, my course mate paid the price, if you should know. arriving late for an exam is not really a big deal. but hey, it is when this fella is the freaking invigilator. "you are not going to sit for the paper, go home".

message for Mr Rahmat, "go get laid and give it a break, would ya?"

friend got so frustrated. went home. got wasted. (well. i'm sure it is out of the question. given the chance to sit for the paper, he will still go home and get wasted. fair enough)....hehe....

college days. one of the best days of my life. everyone else's as well, i'm sure.
times when most of us are "sperm donors", "highest taxpayers in the form of alcohol, tobacco and porn industry" and...mmm, what else?

make hay while the sun shines

Alhamdulillah. the sun shone down on us for the past two days. i've never, in my entire life, missed the sunshine. this is it.
i left the office early yesterday. as we are going to welcome those mean auditors into our fortress of solitude end of this month, everyone was so thrilled to notice that we're actually not that ready yet. i mean, WTF? filing system, SOP, management review presentation?....stab me to death, would anyone please....i'll get it all prepared over the weekend.
managed to get myself downtown in 15 last night, to catch the "pathfinder". the vikings versus indians. 2 out of 5.
FYI, i'm still finding pleasure fuelling my teenage angst. rant, whine and complaint.

can someone actually have three middle names?

money

money isn't everything?
is money everything?
everything is money?
isn't everything money?
everything money is...

hmmm...money is everything.

"you say that money isn't everything"
"but i'd like to see you live without it"
tomorrow.silverchair.

"i hate those people who love to tell you"
"money is the root of all that kills"
i will buy you a new life.everclear.

most of us here are being underpaid. don't tell me you can simply say, "it's fine, i'm doing something for the nation" .now, will the "doing that something for the nation" aid you in paying all the bills? .nope, don't think so.

jerry maguire screams "show me the money!!!"

man, it's january 2007. stop announcing about the revision of price of fuel, toll, taxes whatsoever. when are you going to f**king revise our paycheck?!

aMUSEd

folks, if someone comes up to you and asks "what is the substitute for mind-altering substance?"...answer is "you should try watching movies like barnyard and happy feet"

i'm enjoying every bit of the movie. the way will farrell amused me in all his movies.

National Hangover Day

National Hangover Day. every morning, every year on the 1st of January, hailed as the day to commemorate the you-know-what-so-don't-bother-to-ask. the day started with a ritual of detoxification session. well, actually it is supposed to be carried out in the morning but only minority responded. the rest are still, mmm, sleeping.

next page.
resolution. what about it? we make resolutions just to forget them (in some cases, deliberately) somewhere in april? do we need to wait until the very last days of december to have a resolution? or is it the same as the previous year, only that it is asking for another year to be materialised? whatever. if it makes u happy.

in reality bites, troy dyer told lelaina pierce this>>>

lelaina> i want to be a somebody by the age of 23.
troy> all you have to be by the age of 23 is yourself.
lelaina> yeah, well, i'm not sure who that is anymore.

mm, a sad-but-true moment there.

(what?)
(i should stop now?)
(like right now?)
(the whines and complaints?)
(yeah, ok...sorry guys..)
(happy new year, ciao!)

rage against the machina

Question : Is having a complicated life lovely?

Complicated life is a result of mixed-up collective ideas, if i may suggest.
Those mixed-up collective ideas are derived from intellectuality.
Intellectuality is a product of development fuelled by curiosity.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Cat is lovely.
Thus, having a complicated life is lovely.


somebody> which one is correct? remember that song "like a stone" by audioslave?
A>>>no room for love and emptiness
B>>>in a room full of emptiness (love the ironic value here!)

have yourself a merry little christmas.

cultural intrusion beneath the nation

i went to my company's family day last weekend. at Port Dickson. due to the road works along the highway, we were greeted with not less than 20km long of traffic jam. 3 different places. it took us 6 hours to get our asses down to PD. man, was that a shitty drive or what?

each sector has been given a mandatory order to perform onstage according to the list provided earlier. ours was to impersonate "the alleycats" and "m daud kilau". WTF?!!
i chose the alleycats. performed with a cowboy hat. no afros. not my kinda thing. a friend did an impressive impersonation of m daud kilau. we got away with the third prize.

climax.
that night. that very night. another sector performed a cultural, johore's very own traditional dance, ZAPIN. and so i sat there watching. in awe. what have i gotten myself into? where was i? and i suddenly remembered, kids of my age back then involved in various culture-related activities, while i'm watching in a manner as if i was born somewhere else. the thing i saw was very foreign to me back then. worst than watching a strip show (though i haven't seen one).

and that night i know how bad it has become. i was so busy listening to bands that i forgot to pause and dig my own beautiful culture. no, it's not wrong. i don't feel bad either. my point is, i should've been part of the activities as well. so that i won't feel so amazed while watching people performing my own cultural dance!

don't blame MTV. don't put your blame on anything. let's get involved. (learn to appreciate is the least that we can do).

well, it's raining again today.
i'm late for work again today.
don't blame it on the weatherman!

ass in the word "embarassed"

this morning, while discussing with a prospect tenant, my phone rang. 03-something...man, that was the credit card guy. damn!! after cleaning my throat in a very natural, unnoticeable manner...before that bugger on the other end could utter a word, quickly and firmly i said, "hello, i'm having a discussion. can i call you back later?"..."tooot!". hung up.

i don't really care about my current situation. i'm a freakin slacker. why the hell should i let myself be bothered with things like that? *sigh* ok, i lied. again.

this is like waking up on the first monday morning in January thinking "hey, one of these days, i'm gonna quit smoking and i'll get myself a nice, sweet, health-conscious (who could kill a smoker like me for free just for smoking in public) kind of girl to be my soul-mate" then after a while, you decided "fuck it, i really need to smoke now!" hopeless, fickle-minded asshole! i hate that feeling of inconsistency in my habits.

every afternoon, around 4pm onwards, city of Johore Bahru will imitate the industrial land of Glasgow. sad, gloomy sky + heavy downpour. let's find a park filled with willow trees swaying to the wind. let's listen to the dripping sound of rain on the tin roof. it's a celebration. a celebration of sounds. sounds of nature. soundscape. will i be sound asleep tonight? (where's my smashing pumpkins' CD?)....vamonos!

my dear defense mechanism

i've tried to enhance my super ego. how hard do i try? as my id is taking over in a speed of light, what about my super-vulnerable ego? i won't confuse myself. won't confuse my life. my only life.

well, although lies beneath are my fluctuating defense mechanism in various forms, is it "denial"? or is it "intellectualization"? man, darkness can never be measured. that is how difficult it can be to differentiate between denial and intellectualization.

the ego has landed?

Pleasure vs Reality Principles

The pleasure principle and the reality principle are two psychoanalytical terms coined by Sigmund Freud.

Respectively, the desire for immediate gratification versus the deferral of that gratification. Quite simply, the pleasure principle drives one to seek pleasure and to avoid pain. However, as one matures, one begins to learn the need sometimes to endure pain and to defer gratification because of the exigencies and obstacles of reality: "An ego thus educated has become reasonable; it no longer lets itself be governed by the pleasure principle, but obeys the reality principle, which also at bottom seeks to obtain pleasure, but pleasure which is assured through taking account of reality, even though it is pleasure postponed and diminished" (Sigmund Freud, Introductory Lectures 16.357).

a long december

A Long December

A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as You were leaving
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things You could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should

lethargic

lethargic
1. Lacking mental and physical alertness and activity: hebetudinous, sluggish, stupid, stuporous, torpid. Slang dopey.
2. Without emotion or interest: apathetic, detached, impassive, incurious, indifferent, insensible, listless, phlegmatic, stolid, unconcerned, uninterested, unresponsive.

restless souls...enjoy your youth

restless souls!!! enjoy your youth!!! vedder was right in "not for you". and that's why i never stopped listening to pearl jam. "this is not for you!!"

i'm broke but i'm happy
i'm poor but i'm kind"
i'm young and i'm underpaid"
"i'm tired but i'm restless"

alanis was also right. but i don't think i'm happy when i'm broke!

went to the bank.car installment.past due.as usual.
made a payment for last month's (i suppose).then the drama began. this teller told me to wait as he needed to clarify something. he handed over my form to the officer behind and started talking as if i've pointed a gun to his face seconds ago. impatiently i waited as such a dramatic moment never occurred to me during previous visits. then, this lady called out my sister's name. (car registered on her's). loud enough to turn all heads of sleepy morning customers towards her direction. she mispronounced the name so i just remained in my seat. then i walked up to her and said "it's NORAZIAH, not NORAZA". and with that she asked for my name and cellphone no in a spy movie interrogation manner. after a while, the teller made a gesture that mine is ready. i approached, took and asked "what the hell just happened?" ..."sorry, they've blocked your account (for an obvious reason) and we need to make a few calls in order to release it"

F**K!! i hate to be broke. this time i'm going to be FLAT broke!.

my existence will never rock your world.

TIME magazine.always and will be read by aristocrats, wannabes (oh-look-at-me-calmly- reading-TIME-as-intellectual-as-a-white bearded-doctor-can-be)and such.i read TIME and you decide which category do i fell into.in fact i've never restrict myself from reading anything."GOD forbid you'll have to walk a mile in my shoes!"
it's a good mag anyway.

birds and all ecosystems.
an article on global-warming and how bad it has become and how it will affect your lovely outdoor morning breakfast.i'm exaggerating there.seriously, we should all look into it with super attention.ice is melting, temperature is rising, ozone layer is waning.thanks to human contribution on smoking (ooopss), open burning (what a beautiful forest fire you got there Indonesia!), gas-fuelled vehicles, CFC and those industrial sectors which produces our children's microwaveable lunches.species known as non-migratory, nocturnal are showing symptoms that it is unbearable to stay at their motherland no more.sea level is rising at an approximate 6m per year.go get your life jacket!take up that swimming lessons! is that our efforts gonna be on curbing the issue.

HALAL certificate (nothing to do with TIME)
had a discussion with my Chinese friends and i'm certain we were talking on the same page that day.i'm a Muslim.i will never consume that forbidden white meat.but friends, problem is HALAL is much more than just the presence of that white meat in your food.JAKIM imposed a regulation that all non-Muslim F&B operators must acquire and display HALAL certificate at any given time.obligatory.compulsory.and to acquire that certificate you must first be examined, inspected and questioned.i'm a Muslim and i think it's a good thing to have in our policy.after all, this is a Muslim country.
but we should not forget our national agenda.multi-racial unity.therefore, why can't we do the same to ALL?.the regulation should apply to ALL F&B operators.my dear friends, it is already stated in the HOLY QURAN that it is much more than just the white meat (in any tongue-twisting scientific names).

questions raised on-preparation, source and that white-meat thingy (in any form).
it is very difficult to ascertain the fertilizer they're using, source of water and many others.

the way i see it, why don't we just avoid the places we doubt in terms of HALAL?
and even if we do, accidentally consumed, non-HALAL food...should we feel bad? man, read carefully, ACCIDENTALLY consumed.as for me, i prefer not to think about their hidden religious agenda (if there is any).simply, i just don't entertain.just avoid.

parody of luck and relationships

question.
should i keep my hopeless crave for a lasting relationship with someone? not just someone. something which means everything to me. something so simple. a normal gesture caught my eyes. tattooed in my mind. it seems like i'm trying to remove a scar. the more i try to have it removed, fondly i become over it. it is a memento. thus, i would prefer to cry having and remembering rather than to laugh removing and regretting.
*sigh*
notwithstanding the fact that i know i should've taken it easy, i tried endlessly. as i managed to remain receptive to a newer and fresher indulgences, i hate the feeling of which i kept bubbling under in the sense of conformity.

"time.hootie and the blowfish."
Time, you left me standing there
Like a tree growing all alone
The wind just stripped me bare, stripped me bare
Time, the past has come and gone
The future's far away
Now only lasts for one second, one second
Can you teach me about tomorrow
And all the pain and sorrow
Running free?
'Cause tomorrow's just another day

time is never time at all.but please.this time, i need to know.

i love my friends

i've always imagined taking a quite walk down the park.at dusk.far away from all the things in the city.a getaway.a silent retreat.i'll walk and greet every single person i meet regardless of the skin colors or languanges or whatever.without borders.i'll sit at the beach.waiting for the sunset.accompanied by the cold breeze, my closest friends and my self-consciousness.while they are enjoying their ice cold beers (which i'm sure they will), i'll smoke my problems away.we'll be singing our favorite high school songs and enjoy the BBQ dinner.we'll be totally "unplugged".
an aeroplane every single song will be.we'll fly back to our happy days.every single second will be cherished, treasured.being me and knowing my friends, it does not take much to make us happy.

friends, as we're sailing through this life, remain true to yourself.this is just a test.a reminder for all of us, including myself.

"just a float on the sea"
"found myself on a page of history"
"you know as i ride along, i can always hear the song"
"about you and the way we used to be"
"i'm gonna tell you the answer, you'll know when you come back to me"

if we should fall, love will catch us everytime.period.

we're all suffering from S-PD

Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and informative and introverted in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticeably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.
Healers have a profound sense of idealism derived from a strong personal morality, and they conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place. Indeed, to understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King's Champion or Defender of the Faith, like Sir Galahad or Joan of Arc. Healers are found in only 1 percent of the general population, although, at times, their idealism leaves them feeling even more isolated from the rest of humanity.

excerpt from "The Potrait of a Healer Idealist". The description of me and people like me. I took their test and that's a portion of the overall explanation of my hidden-and-now-partly-surfaced personality. Partially, i couldn't agree more. Some might not be applicable for me (or me not wanting to admit it does have a substantial affiliations, i don't know). But hey, it's good. Below is the link, if you are one of those details-seeking freaks.

http://keirsey.com/personality/nfip.html

so guys, you know you want to. knock yourself out. here is the link.

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

take the test honestly.

slacking in the free world

an honest entry with no connectivity.proceed at your own will.

born and raised in a family where the act of complaining is more of a sinful act than simply a potrayal of ones unique taste and preference has taken its toll on me. for a very long time, i was in my cocoon of mine not having any idea of what to write in that "my favourite" column. it's already "written" for me. period.
the funny thing is, the moment i discovered the art of complaining, i couldn't stop. i just can't. haha. *damn*.

i always think my looks and appearance spell...dead serious, cocky, (my-dick-is- bigger-than-yours-attitude) and mysterious...but i'm the total opposite of what i appeared to be. except for the mysterious part, i guess.haha.*damn again*.

i want to be selfish but i WON'T feel that somehow i'm a better person than anyone around me.
to remain defiant, i can't help but acknowledge the unannounced presence of inferiority complex.
i'm smiling while writing this entry. met my friends. long lost ones. an eye-opener session folllows.

they said, "man, i know you're way much better than most of them in that company. i'm certain about that and why are you doing this? don't waste your time."

and i said, "i'm tired. i hate to admit this but i feel helpless"
then, i opened upon them the chest to the sketchy plans of mine. and the conversation ended with a lot of things bubbling in my mind. minutes before leaving..."go prepare your CV, i know a place for you" "and for the time being, just hang in there"

what a relief. made my day.ciao!

"an angel will fall from the sky"

show me the way

during my schooldays i used to sing one particular song every single time i felt the loneliness taking over. i just can't recall the singer nor the lyrics except for the "i'm telling you, you're my special angel, show me the way" part...and that is all..
after which, i fell in love with frente's "ordinary angels". looking back to all of my favorite songs, i found a common ground. melancholic. so i'll write anything which might mean something purely melancholic just to accompany the angelic image. a poem if it can be considered one.


lonesome and weary those hearts meant to be
to the shadowy figures thy waited vainly
how i wish i could melt to the sea
for this hope left blinded upon thee

bella luna would she be?
an infinite companion of me
thought of her as if real
sight of her left me still

should i could gather the beauty
of all the things she longed to be
if could get down on bended knees
would you still be here?

don't leave a comment.

speedball kills

"isn't it so strange how far away we all are now?"
"am i the only one who remembers that summer?"
"oooo, i remember..everyday each time the place were saved"
"the music that we made..the wind has carried all of that away"
"long gone day"

1995 (mad season)
Layne Staley...1967-2001

next stop>marriage institution

went to KL to celebrate hari raya. not my favourite place, frankly. contrary to my current job of meeting a lot of new, different people everyday, i hate big cities which doubtlessly full of people.
last night, had a conversation with norahman and maliah, schoolmates. it felt as if planned beforehand. we left school, scattered all over the planet, and sit together again to have that conversation.
talked about our lives and everything that revolved around it. not much of a difference. we hate our jobs. we hate our bosses and we dreamt to become bosses ourselves.

maliah is a journalist. living in KL and yet agreed on our perception regarding the city. it is just sometimes way too hectic for no specific reason. norahman is a lecturer. also better off staying in JB rather than KL just like me. "it is suicidal in a way especially when it comes to driving in KL"....very true man..

time flies. it really does. i said next stop is the marriage institution. why? it's like a train ride. but i ain't gonna sing "stop that train i wanna get off"..don't think i'm ready yet to marry someone else's daughter. i'm lying there.

i can't wait for our next reunion gathering. eager to see how many of us has become fathers and mothers. ahh, who's next?

bob marley used to say "there's always a song for any occasion" and i know 'father and son' by cat stevens is the song for this occasion. damn!

p/s : read the lyrics and you'll definitely get what i'm trying to say.

this life is staged.ask truman!

prolog
in a smoke-filled room.candle-lit and fenced by stargazer lilies, the ambience represents a funeral. much to a friend's amazement, his roommate loses his job when caught red-handed trying to sctratch his boss's brand new 7-series. the protagonist is trying his best to cushion the intensity while the antagonist preserving the unmotivating atmosphere. interestingly contradicting. it goes like this...

"the old folks used to warn me off regarding stuffs that in any possible manner might involve a creature named woman", said the protagonist.

"don't even think of going there man", replied the supporting actor.."the air is not right" "i just got fired six hours ago and don't expect me to cry" "i won't and i won't laugh either...not to your jokes or lame stories of whatever your parents used to say"

"mm, right..and does that make me an insensitive best friend?"..."well, i hope not and you have no idea how much i love you and......my parents", the pro continues.

enters the antagonist..."no doubt that the future leaders of our generation are having their what-are-gonna-do-with-this-world meeting without me" "let alone the fact that you broke our lovely hearts by rejecting the offer!"

"what?" "could you please be a little bit more specific because the last time i checked, we're still talking about (yet-to-be-named-character) and my parents?", protagonist enquires.

supporting actor interjects..."maybe it'll be much easier to put the blame on the institution" "i mean, suffice to say, a majority of us hates school until we leave them and then misses them"
by saying so, he puts the previous conversation back in place and the interference by the antagonist on hold.

"true enough but i can't see the point" "it doesn't make any sense at all"
"pardon the absence of sensibility in my upcoming opinion but you can blame it on your childhood upbringing, i must say", the protagonist replies. "i've read somewhere about shaping up a child and nonsense subject , like the arguably subjective psychosocial development thingy".

"yeah, whatever" "i have a friend who looks just like you and i'm certain that you both are very much alike. now bring him back, would ya?", the supporting actor reacted with sarcasm.

my very own first attempt on scriptwriting.
that's how i'm gonna start my own so-called indie movie. i have no formal guideline or direction of where to start from. at least the ball has started to roll with this entry. now leave your comments. i can sense a lot of constructive ones....haha....

virtually real

now that i have an interesting channel to emit the negative agents out of my mind, i know i don't have to be or can't be holding that cobainesque aura on my shoulder no more. at least i'm finding it interesting. to a person who's been spending one-third of his life not having a real interest in anything except for music, it is a good sign. a good and positive development.

i hate the fact that i'm working for people and not for the "people". my nightmare has come to life which was to make the rich getting richer. so filthy rich that the responsibility and the beauty of brotherhood has become a mere PR-speak rather than to put it into practice.
what have i done and what can i actually do or contribute?, some might ask.

as for me, i'm calling it a day. soon. very soon.
remember that movie "pay it forward"?...that's not what i have in mind.....haha...

thou shalt not whine

i'm tired.exhausted seems to sugarcoat the actual tiredness i'm experiencing by making it sound like a word out of an engineering hardcover.thus, i'm not using it to describe what i'm feeling now so that you will get to visualize or try to walk in my shoes in order to comprehend the meaning.
so bored that i went to my heritage.com to do celebrity look-alike collage, (which by far i'm certain only visited by either girls or losers)..
residents in the faculties of my mind has been pampered with weeks of relaxing and transmitting unprecedented amount of what-a-waste brainwaves.
a rather compelling episode of one of those going-nowheres.i can only endure till end of this year and i suppose, the wall collapses the very following day after.

"my boredom has outshined the sun and i just want to have some little fun", sang corgan.

it's ringing in my ear.

read>prerequisite>full participation>modern society

amidst the growing fascination over the abundance of unintellectual reading materials, i ponder at the direction of our future generation is heading to.weird, lame titles with bizarre and unusual images which is unlikely to be published at all due to its explicit, pornographic and some are just provocative content.
tempted by the sex-induced posture of female artistes, deliberately taken by the poolside and articles about paranormal activities are amongst the weekly highlights.
also, gossips and mere assumptions are spreaded unethically.

this unhealthy development is nothing new.don't tell me these materials does not encourage the reader to imitate whatever being shown or portrayed, especially when read by the under-aged.it ain't no secret the publisher purposely include articles with mechanism to fantasize about sex.
are we nurturing future rapist here?
is it our national agenda?

not just a wake-up call, this is a cry for help!
don't you think those materials has left those reading "reader's digest" looking nerdy and not cool?

dead ringer.no.it is not right.

weakened by the haze

forest fire in indonesia is an annual event. and they haven't figured out the slightest idea of how to put it out.

it pouring cats and dogs day before yesterday.a blessing it is.(sigh)

refuse to grow up?

how many of us still dig material from the 90's passionately, here in 2006?
still consistently reading surviving articles, journals, excerpts, album sleeve, quotes, lyrics, notes from that mighty era? still listening to your schooldays' "anthems"...teenage angst come to life, purposely...i think it is good and bad to do such a thing.is it true that i'm refusing to grow up in that sense?
my musical preference hasn't changed a bit? consciously i'm aware of my self-inflicted act of rejecting "new-wave" stuffs...pity them talentless souls...but i still try to understand the very reason they came up with the term "post-grunge", where everyone tries so hard, obviously, to sound like cobain and vedder..
the legacy is undisputed, don't even think about it...get your own copy!!
i guess i just found a reasoning for my not wanting to really listen to newer stuffs.
lack of originality.

hmmm...

How Much Is My Blog Worth?

My blog is worth $564.54.
How much is your blog worth?

what a shame....hehe...

speed demon.....not!

bmw art cars
september 15th until october 22nd, galeri petronas, klcc.
featuring works by ken done, roy lichtenstein, frank stella, andy warhol and many others.

october monday morning

*sigh*
after nine days of doing nothing (strictly no work-related-phone calls), i'm feeling quite ok...i suppose it should've been better than just "quite ok" but hey, it's fasting month man....pardon the att.
i haven't been reading for years.no specific preference for genres or authors.i'd love to read "heavier than heaven" though, sort of autobio of mr cobain.
mm, wait until i could get ahold of it.
got a book at a "nice price" section of a bookstore.50% man.gross!
had i read that "wuthering heights", i would've marvelled best at this book i bought, i'm sure. it says "heathcliff, the return to wuthering heights". later to my discovery, mr heathcliff is the infamous protagonist in the collection. a rather intriguing tale of a stableboy turns gentleman, a love affair encircling castes and royalties and plenty other distinctive characters.

still reading as i dig narrative, sometimes figurative (personification)paragraphs. "lord of the flies" educational edition for TESL students is a 'beau ideal' for such approach. but cautioned one must be, it bears an effect of a sleeping pill sometimes..haha...

k, till next time.hasta pronto.