love battery

remembering roswell

i saw an article of the famous mythology this morning. the year was 1947. everyone suddenly claimed they had seen strange sightings. as usual, the media "helped" in many great ways.

a few days ago (if you think i saw one too, well, you can exhale now), while reading "deception point", mr dan brown actually discussed the very subject matter. roswell was merely uncle sam's top secret, highly-classified military test site.

very jewish. i don't know but that's what i thought. they claimed to possess technology so advanced, spanning a gap not less than 6 years than what being shown. but forget not, 1947 was a historical, turbulent year. they were spying on each other. and consistently finding better ways to do it.

project mogul as mr brown said it was titled, crashed on roswell's ground. before they could collect all the debris, a few farmers saw the strange-looking thing, made from materials they've never laid eyes on. and the rest is history. thanks to the media for exaggerating.

conclusion.
no physical evidence ever found to justify the existence of any extra-terrestrials being. but logically-speaking, i always believed that this universe is just too big for us alone. now would the always-super-advanced US provide us with some news? ....

"what is right is not always popular and what is popular is not always right"

no subject (it's subjective)

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!)