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!