last but on a leash

emmy awards, september 21st. an award presenter, one british character made fun of steve carrell (evan almighty) for not getting an emmy of his own. mr steve was so embarassed and could not even smile, especially with the lights and camera pointed directly towards him. he even said, "what are you doing? stop it". and when everyone thought the host had crossed some serious lines, he walked off the stage, went to mr steve asking for a stolen emmy. and when mr steve returned the trophy, you'll notice that it was no longer funny although everything was clearly staged. because the man himself haven't got an emmy in his actual career.

i thought i saw something that would make my day. channel 5 will be airing the hilariously funny, "i survived a japanese game show". seriously, the japs are crazy dude!

back in 2001 or 02, when everything was melodramatic and all us rejects were very much occupied with the finding of a sherpa, we heard dave matthews bands' the space between us and we thought dave was an avid fan of mary jane, just like us.

went to singapore last saturday. final preparation was being made for that nite race. great track i must say. marina bay street circuit. brought along my nephew and niece. and the organiser of some nearby arts show were giving away ice cream and cotton candy for free. and i had to wait for them kids, gulping.

ping-pong thongs

initial incidents in the morning would shape up the way how my day is going to be. as always, but not all the time, music will come to the rescue. i know this might sound cheesy and all like, "can't we all live in peace? we don't need money, just love". just too good to be true. but that's the way it is.

i'm not a morning person. i'll answer your call half-heartedly, if i answer at all. i'll reply with a minimum yet meaningful usage of words, if you send me an sms before 12. there you go, model citizen. and yet i'm in the meeting-people-and-please-them business.

it's the 17th day of Ramadan. i've realised the fact that meetings are inappropriate in this holy month. we should all be given the liberty to decide of how to spend the time.

our so-called sports room is at Level 7. and some of us including myself made our decisions. we decided to play ping-pong.

p/s : narcolepsy struck again last friday. i fell asleep out of nowhere, like a baby for approximately 30 minutes, waking up just to find that the prayer is about to begin.

guess the weather?

it is the 4th day of Ramadan. was a bit busy attending to the preparation of a religious programme at our mosque. and people would invite me to that event when actually i'm the one who's ensuring everything was ready and perfect for the past two weeks.

they say during the first 3 or 4 days of Ramadan, you will experience something around the region of your head and lower abdomen. lower abdomen - hungry, of course and the lack of interest in doing no2. head - you'll lose your temper easily. that's the challenge though.

first two weeks, your body is adjusting, adapting to the change. typical indications- bad breath, whitey tongue, fatigueness.

final two weeks - cleaner tongue, fresher breath, rejuvenated as your glucose level is back on track. you are reborn, with a cleaner stomach and mightier faith.

the best detoxification session ever. and this year, i'm helping the amil (authorised person to collect the zakat). i have to finish 200 pages of the book. it's myr6.50 per person this year. anyone?

pleasures all mine

i have always envied those who can really express their feelings, views and thoughts. either via words, arts or music, which i discovered being the best form of expression ever. i have always wanted to write my own scripts, my own music and movie. i want to be articulate. like alanis, mr vedder and many more. i want to be smart and prolific, not appear to be one.

and now i found out that i'm trying to sing journey's open arms every friday night.

a girl i once dated re-emerged from the shadows of my happiness. she was devastated by the previous relationship. my answer, when asked, was that i'm getting married soon. as anyone else would, she congratulated me. and we went on exchanging sms until this afternoon. until she got bored (or tired of being pretentious), she stopped replying.

"well, we were not meant for each other perhaps.."...

i'll walk a mile for my camels

to kill time, there are times when i read other people's blog. many topics or subjects or bluntly-written day-to-day diary. sometimes amusing, sometimes annoying. sometimes i think some of us need some help. sometimes i think i need it more than anyone else. sometimes i just listen to REM's everybody hurts.

a friend wrote about his emptiness. blaming his career for the amount of prozac and valium and all that mind-altering chemicals consumed. is it true that being a writer, you will have to let yourself wandering around in some imaginary worlds? so that you could produce out-of-this-world results. so that you will receive a big round of applause for your masterpiece but internally you are battling with the demon who just wouldn't go away.

everybody hurts.

palma non sine pulvere

course paper, examination, interview and presentation. due date : august 6th 2008. i have been dedicating many hours recently in producing my perfect version of "tenant mix and its critical success factors". the subject might appear easy but since the industry itself couldn't find any explanation academically, i'm having a hard time coming up with my own.

i remembered having a discussion with two consultants from the land down under two years ago. they came, presented a paper and left us all in the boardroom that afternoon in awe. as for myself, i couldn't help but think that for the past 30 minutes all they ever taught was simply nothing. can you ask someone from a different country to teach you of how to wear a sarong when they have only been in contact with the sarong a mere two years ago, and yet you are going to pay them my-one-year salary?

they mentioned about our shopping behavior, impulsive vs planned, catchment area and all that textbook shit.

quaecumque vera

drunk chipmunks

The human species now has drinking partners.

German scientists have discovered that seven species of small mammals in the rain forests of western Malaysia drink fermented palm nectar on a regular basis. For several of the species, including the pen-tailed tree shrew, the nectar, which can have an alcohol content approaching that of beer, is the major food source — meaning they are chronic drinkers.

Frank Wiens and Annette Zitzmann of the University of Bayreuth were separately studying two of the species, including their eating habits. They discovered that the nectar of the bertam palm becomes fermented by yeast carried on the flower buds.

The pen-tailed tree shrew, in particular, takes advantage of it. By watching the animal and analyzing fur samples, the researchers estimated that the tree shrews consumed enough alcohol that they had about a 36 percent chance of being intoxicated (by human standards). But the researchers never saw any signs of inebriation, and from an evolutionary standpoint, it makes no sense to be drunk anyway. With predators all around, Dr. Wiens said, “it’s just too risky for an animal.”

The findings, reported in The Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, suggest that the tree shrews and other animals have some efficient means of metabolizing the alcohol. The findings also suggest there must be benefits to having chronic low levels of alcohol in the bloodstream — otherwise the behavior would not have evolved.

Those benefits may be psychological, Dr. Wiens said, perhaps enabling the animals to cope with stress of some sort. Further studies to determine the benefits may help in understanding humans’ relationship to alcohol, he said. And since tree shrews are similar to species that were precursors of primates more than 50 million years ago, studying their alcohol use might also provide some evolutionary background for human drinking, he added.

It's Always Happy Hour For Several Species in Malaysian Rainforest
By HENRY FOUNTAIN

Published: July 29, 2008

black coffee is an aphrodisiac

1. a friend got so horny after being scolded. and i thought to myself, is the world getting weirder or have i been abducted by some jellyfish alien in my 4th stage sleep, lost my motor skills thus experiencing amnesia, no longer approve that the world is always a weird place?

2. this feels like experiencing premature ejaculation on a first date, how frustrating can that be? don't give me that look. no raising eyebrows or mouth-gaping moment please. this is the best i could think of right now to convey the shit in my head. i'm bored.

3. sent my car for a quick shower just to brave the heavy rain that late afternoon. and from that shiny rearviewmirror, i can clearly say the guy behind me is having the time of his life. stop picking your nose like you've just lost your wedding ring in it, you idiot!

and yes, boredom is the key to the lock in your mind. crazy shit, rite?

territorial pissings

what do all the following movies have in common?

i. singles
ii. slackers
iii. reality bites
iv. sleep with me
v. kicking and screaming
vi. before sunrise & before sunset?

all of them revolve around the lives of twentysomethings. the struggle to find a place within the community only to feel like turning up like a bad penny. the misfits of their generation. the appreciation of arts and music, when getting involve in arts and music means you're either lazy or stupid. circa 1990's.

i do have a unique bunch of friends. will share the evolution and the poetic nature of my friends. after all, you are the company that you keep.

who wants to be an early bird?

enveloped in a pop-culture on weekdays, i'm behaving like someone who would really appreciate those videos of booty-shaking and fake rains. a business-handshake believer, i nod like some characters on acid trip in that "fear and loathing in vegas". more like an entertaining parrot. wish i could live my life like it is saturday, every day. hate sundays because it feels like shit knowing that tomorrow is a day called monday. don't feel cheesy blues songs is for me but they just love me. can't not value the emotional swing it carries. wish to wake up with no worries, not a single care of what is going to happen to me, my job, this world or anything. get a cup of coffee, good movies and some munchies so that i don't have to step out of the house.

can't do that, can i? would love to go people-watching whenever i'm free. whenever the setting of a july sun seem to fly me back, to the meaningful silence. to the days when silence speaks louder than words. to the days when ugly truth is not an oxymoron.

my wishlist is getting taller. but i'm one of those who hates to plan. to work on it. not sad, nor am i anything. it's like ping-pong.

i wonder, is starting a band one of employment opportunities available to us?

she's good and better than ezra

two weeks ago, i decided to get myself a whole new experience in car entertainment. front> 2 sets of 5-inch mohawk speakers, rear> 3-inch+13-inch hunter speakers, 1 lanzar 500 watt amp, 1 dynasound amp of the same capacity and 2 superb crossovers. tweeters were complimentary. and now i could only hear the good things.

opera

"It's all coming in from all these other sources... stuff that you see. Real life is so much more intense than any movie, any song, any book -- if you join up and see the right performance. It's not something you could buy tickets for. Two nights ago I'm staying in the basement of this art gallery where we rehearse, and I was using the restroom at about three in the morning. I heard these drunks in the back alley. I went to listen through the crack in the door, because I thought I could hear them better. I could actually see through the half-inch clearing. It was more intense than any movie. It was all so real. There was a beginning, middle and end. It was like drugs, violence, all within less than 20 minutes. It was fascinating."

Somehow I related to that. I think that happens more than we know. It's a modern way of dealing with a bad life.

You can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets
Or you can come to terms and realize
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself

Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam.

the day i tried to live

i haven't been writing for quite sometime. which means i haven't been able to share my views and thoughts. which means i have been keeping stuffs in, all to myself. which is not healthy at all.

i can see the change. people change. i change. i'm changing into another person. i lose my temper easily these days. especially when i'm hungry. and lately, i'm always hungry cause i'm losing my appetite again.

a friend from KL came yesterday since they're having that stupid tour again in danga bay. so we were talking about work and the accompanying bla-blas. i saw his photo while on holiday in anfield and sighed . "i haven't got the time to jerk off. let alone pamper myself for a holiday".

he said,"this is crazy. however passionate we are about the job, still, we need to get some time off from it. and you're working like seven days a week?!. bet you saved like a quarter million by now".

"mm, last time i checked which was a few hours ago, that ugly stupid machine said something about insufficient fund".

says it all

"Wide Awake" (audioslave/chris cornell)

You can a look a hurricane right in the eye.
1200 people dead or left to die.
Follow the leaders, were it an eye for an eye we'd all be blind.
Deaf or murdered, and this I'm sure in this uncertain time.

So come pull the sheet over my eyes
So I can sleep tonight
Despite what I've seen today.
I found you guilty of a crime, of sleeping at a time
When you should have been wide awake.

Down on the road the world is floating by.
The poor and undefended left behind.
While you're somewhere trading lives for oil,
As if the whole world were blind, hey
Wide awake! Wide awake! Wide awake! Wide awake!

i wanna be bob dylan, someone a little more funky

when everybody loves me, just about as happy as i can be.

state of love and trust

wish me well on a wishing well. she sells sea shells at the sea shore. what the f**k?!

God is Great!

i received an email attached with a 3GP file. it was about a flying dome in one remote island in indonesia. the people built a mosque, and like all other mosques, the dome is the last thing they would attach. long story short, they couldn't find a crane that day.

so they assembled 3, 000 kiai (muslim scholars or something like that) and all of them started chanting praises to Allah in unison. and the dome started to lift up and flew to the designated location on the newly-built mosque.

it was reported that many spectators went hysterical and fainted upon seeing the extraordinary incident. and do you remember seeing those images of mosques in all aftermath of natural disasters?

they say jump, you say how high?

this is for you...

click on the image. smile with me.

puh...leeezzz

on a tuesday. i thought yesterday i have finally realised that something is happening around the world. natural disasters, food crisis, starvation, kato's killing spree, exploration of mars and etc.

at home, it is difficult not to speak about the current political climate. it is even harder to be ignorant. i hope it won't get to the extent that it is hard to be a malaysian.

maybe, people will become kiasu as our neighbour. maybe, we will no longer find the true meaning of life. we'll be busy finding ways. and love is, secondary.

it's the 11th hour.

p/s : he just want her to want to understand. he wanted to be understood. well, who doesn't?, he thought.