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!