the only direction is down

the rain makes you sweat

went watching i am legend last nite. a movie which should've ended otherwise. the prota should live to see what a significant change he made. the word legend in the title shall be removed and who cares if there'll be no immediate legacy. they're burning down the cinemas now in india.

you don't have to have the sixth sense to notice the change in human behavior at this time of the year. the absence of rationale and the depth of depression. after all, lunatic comes from the word lunar. and uncircumsized kid knows that lunar has got something to do with the moon. apart from the luna water colour. and you always gets horny when the moon is full? no coincidence there, really. have we discussed this? no? hmm...we did.

a cynical bastard

short on words. long on things to say. what am i to do?

this is what i've been longing to do. writing something really short and let you think whatever you think that i'm letting you think. it's something like "knowing you, i know that you don't actually know what i think you should know" "but i know, you do know that i know just everything that you know i should know".

road movie, hippie chic and an american dream

eddie vedder collaborated with sean penn for the soundtrack of into the wild. inspiring road movie adapted from a book of the same title. nice songs. and that wolf song will haunt you more should nusrat fateh ali khan is still around.

i wonder what it'll be like to have a hippie chic as your partner. would it be cool? not that chic from forrest gump, if that's what you think i'm referring to. would it be like a love-hate relationship or like that husband and wife in sonic youth? sharing the same passion, enjoying every bit of it and us-against-the-world mindset. one would simply wave his/her middle finger on behalf of the other. emm, that's more like kurt and courtney. not a good one.

is it mere stubbornness or they're just being adventurous? i'm thinking of the whole idea of the so-called american dream. they have a reputation of being stupid when it comes to this. idealistic.

look at the above image. i hate it when they put big, flashy tv (as to outshine the operator next door, who in turn will buy a bigger set). showing music videos or whatever and put it on mute. excuse me mr, do we look like a chaplin to you?

rain down, rain down

we're either frustrated or disappointed by now. it's the end of the year. it's december. i can feel the connection between the month and feeling suicidal or murderous. why do you think that black guy from lighthouse family sang "though it's darker than december, what's ahead is a different colour"?

december is all dark, rainy, humid and gloomy. i love that sinking feeling when i was left stranded years ago at shah alam. with only enough rice and onions. and i braved two days eating the aforementioned while listening to smashing pumpkins' adore. long story short, it was in december.

someone committed suicide last tuesday. opposite my tower, spitting distance from jas's. i have the video but the point is, it's december. why can't he do it in june or may? he, the deceased, knows.

khai, on the other hand is also kind of disappointed (for-reasons-only-god-knows-why). jas also. and i thought, this is when people would spend their time writing or painting a masterpiece. it's coming your way mr khai. jas, you hang in there.

did you know that november rain was actually written during the rainy season, in december. slash was so pissed drunk and mr axl experimenting with emm, cigarette laced with some rubbing alcohol.

ok, i made that up. man, it's december. we can't think straight with all the raining and shit.

one love...and is all that we need

we were at sucasa, right at jalan ampang on that historic day. barricade has been put up the night earlier. cops were everywhere. as we're driving on the highway, armies of barefooted nigga with head gears and stuffs was everywhere. shops were closed, the streets were deserted. it was as if the time stopped.

is all that necessary? is that what our fathers would want to see us be? too many questions and too many left unanswered. there's an English quote i saw recently saying that human being can be much more worst than an animal. even more dangerous. especially with all that shit boiling under. (sigh in disbelief).

peace, love and understanding

Peace, Love & Understanding

As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.

I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?

And each time I feel like this inside,
There's one thing I wanna know:
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.

'cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

abuse me more i like it

i'm abused. stripped away from the convenience of having an internet connection. funny, ridiculous and whatever shit i'm feeling at the moment couldn't hold back the temptation to leave the company very, very soon.

you just couldn't believe it. we're walking against the stream. we're still in the era when sigmund freud hasn't discovered the principles of communication, let alone the significance of it. i feel no longer attached. no more sentimental value and all that emotional sickness.

i can't update my dear friends. it's not like i'm trying to have an online petition to put a pressure to my HR Dept. so that they will have mine reconnected. all i know, they've just crossed the line.

soundtrack for mira nair's kama sutra

i don't know anything

oh how i wish
how i wish you were here
you were here when i first cry
you were here when i first feel love
you were here when i first feel pain
oh how i wish

oh how i wish
how i wish you were here
you were here when i first smile
you were here i first feel happy
you were here when i first make love
oh how i wish

cha-cha

i was down at the new amsterdam. staring at this yellow-haired girl. mr jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer...mr jones by counting crows.

flamenco dancer. shiny, black hair. bright, red lips in a sexy and appealing red dress. legs, sure they have beautiful legs.

gypsy kings rules!..haha...

before and after

celine> I had worked for this old man and once he told me that he had spent his whole life thinking about his career and his work. And he was fifty-two and it suddenly struck him that he had never really given anything of himself. His life was for no one and nothing. He was almost crying saying that.

jesse> I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

that's an excerpt from before sunrise. a movie i should've watched before before sunset. too many things to say about the movie and just too many new discoveries.

one thing about ethan hawke is, you won't get distracted easily. i mean, his facial expression resemble someone who's been through a lot and couldn't be bothered if there's more coming his way. that depressed, hopeless slacker type.
try great expectations and reality bites. also, both abovementioned titles. you'll get what i mean.

and i've just discovered that i've been thinking too much about everything when i actually shouldn't in the first place. after all, life is what you make it. what matters most is to keep doing anything that makes you happy. no guilts and no regrets.

like i always thought, "wouldn't it be nice if i could just sit around once a week, maybe. i'll have strong, black coffee and my camels. then i'll have chris cornell in the background to accompany me during the sunset or whatever".

wouldn't it be nice?

harry pothead and the gardening habit

why can't i find anything like this here? or was it hidden? do i have to ask for assistance?

and does it include batteries? err, sorry plants..

i'd rather smoke and fly

back in 98, jas & co used to spend a lot of time at my place. so we had tequila at times and weed all the time. there's something which he wrote that goes something like this. "why drink and drive when you can smoke and fly?". don't ask. he was high then, of course..hehe..

well, that photo above is a beer-making machine i got from gizmodo.com (a site dedicated to disclosing and reviewing the latest gadgets and gizmos in the pipeline).

to jas>>>and don't tell that you don't want one.

rain falls on everyone

the photo was taken about four years ago, if i'm not mistaken. we were having a barbecue night out with friends from school. colorful night i must admit. i was halfway there when i decided to play some songs. and to be honest, i couldn't really recall most of the things i said or did that night.

we had too much of almost everything that night. too much food, too much booze and also too much weed. still it is considered as one of the best moments of my not-so-interesting life. i remember waking up feeling sick next to a high school friend. i must've vomitted my liver and with an aching head, mumbling in a desperate need for water and food.

those were the days. i'd prefer to remember it as a special get-together. and since 2008 means we're celebrating the 10th year anniversary, i'd like to propose a family-oriented event to commemorate it.

any ideas?

worn down by worry

is this my dream job? is this want i want to do really? is it right to be thinking about it in the first place? that was all the questions popped in my head this morning. ensued by a long sigh.

i had a late breakfast after a brief discussion with our team. by the time i'm walking down to the food court, that "what the fuck am i doing here?" question surfaced. i feel like someone waiting to die. that breakfast routine is just to fill in the blanks so that i won't be thinking about my death. that's bad.

i think i need a new job. or maybe some challenges. or perhaps, simply a change. when you feel too complacent at this age after a long holiday, you ought to start doing something about it.

comments anyone?

the space, the land and the sea

the space.

and now we have an astronaut. our very own, malaysian astronaut. positively, i must say it's an achievement. forget the bollocks like "it is perfectly orchestrated. the election is around the corner thus securing a majority votes for the ruling party". is it so? shouldn't we spend that much as to put our country on the world's map?. datuk shahrir said that he is positive too but still the idea of pursuing the programme by sending the 2nd man should be given a thorough research. to assume that our people didn't really care about the money is not a bad idea at all. we love these kind of things and everybody knows it.

the land.
malaysia lost again. read my lips, i said malaysia not myteam2. why? isn't it that obvious that myteam2 is just another reality show? they have all the corporate, big players sponsoring while having the show aired on tv3. i've seen an episode. one look and i know right away how dramatic the show is. since they are playing against indonesia, them capitalist failed to notice or maybe it was their utter ignorance that the team is representing malaysia. thus it translated our level of professional football. is there such thing like building a dream team with such ample fitness and ability to play as a real team just within a month? and letting them carrying our flag? hmm...

the sea.
i'm so sorry about the ferry incident. that was bad and the worst part, it was avoidable. i hate the fact that a few weeks after the incident, we published a manual on safety procedure and blah-blahs on dos and donts while onboard. first buses, ferries and many more. what are we doing since an approximate 30% of our income derived from the tourism sector? stop talking about crisis management. if we are ready and we've taken all preventive measures, what is there to manage?

yesterday's headline.
i hate politics and hate to write about it but have you guys heard about the report ACA is preparing? a few ministries involved + millions of ringgit.

O mr ACA, please do your job. For thee is the only hope!

computer collo

lol.
it's everywhere. so in order to satisfy myself, i went around searching for the actual meaning for this computer slang. here's what i found.

It's original definition was "Laughing out loud" (also written occasionally as "Lots of Laughs"), used as a brief acronym to denote great amusement in chat conversations.

Now, it is overused to the point where nobody laughs out loud when they say it. In fact, they probably don't even give a shit about what you just wrote. More accurately, the acronym "lol" should be redefined as "lack of laughter."

but i must agree with the author's remarks. the "lol" is just way too overused that the actual meaning or expression sunk. i also come across the slang accompanied with a wink. wtf?

conversation #1
a>i'm horny and i can't help fantasizing about my neighbour.
b>lol.

conversation #2
a>do u know that the notorious al capone died of herpes instead of a drive-by shooting?
b>lol.

so i decided that the lol is actually just a sentence-filler. no rules. just use it.

lol.

(shit!)

you can't have it all

it was still dark when i went out for work. i put on the used. one of those cds in my possession but not sure when will i be listening to their thing. so it was also still dark in the office. arriving early is my personal achievement every single time and a surprise to them. every single time. them are those not getting love letter from the folks in HR. and i thought what better to listen to when everything is dark. melancholic, violin shit music.

so above is what our graphic designer did for allusers@_ _ _ _.com.my greeting of the year. far right is the new guy. he's definitely in his mid-life crisis.

it's four more days to hari raya. i'd rather not think about what will happen right after this hari raya. two weeks after to be exact.

we're having a buka puasa session with the press people today. you have no idea how important that is if you wonder why do we have to spend so much on dinners and all that shit for them.

wanker!

p/s : i suppose i should've heard or knew about murphy's law at this age. but no, i've just discovered it. only recently. and i hate traffic jams even more ever since.
this lane is faster that the other one and in an instant, it stopped moving. then, you'll have to bear the smiling faces from the next lane, throwing that achievement look to you. shit!

original prankster

the japs lost. latinos got crazier pranks dude!

heart of the matter that matters

when i first received the video, all i could expect is something indecent or something that would decrease the amount pahala i'm supposed to get..hehe..

i'll tell you about the beauty of Ramadan. i thought i didn't know or even bother about it previously. not until 6 or 7 years ago. or was it 3? whatever. this month is so beautiful that you'll shed a tear or try hard to hide it when it ends.
Lailatul Qadar. The Night. the much-awaited, sought-after night. nobody knows when it's going to be the night. hidden in the last ten days of Ramadan. that's tomorrow.

my mum told me a story the other day about an incident somewhere in the 60's. she was pregnant. my bro. life was so difficult they have to tap rubbers. so she went out in the wee hours of the morning. alone, mind you. so one not-so-fine morning, she was out in the woods and riding next to the tree lines. all of a sudden, she saw a spheric thing emitting radiant green lights moving down the valley right in front of her. about 100 yards. frightened (as everyone would, i suppose), she performed the azan. then, the thing disappeared. the wind blew hard that the headlight extinguished. with no matches, she sat down waiting for the morning sun.

and that was when she saw something similar to what being told in the Quran. all creatures will bow down on the night of Lailatul Qadar. that's exactly what she saw. all trees surrounding her bowed down in the direction of Baitullah surely, but she couldn't understand why then. too amazed.

p/s : back to the video. that's kinda cool. that guy is no picasso. and he's not gay i'm sure.

donate!

monthly expenditure on the average.

myr12.00 for public toilets.
myr 75.00 on cigarettes.
myr 36.00 on condoms.
myr 280.00 on rooms.
myr 90.00 on wasted foods.
myr 75.00 on wasted gas for unproductive purpose.

and someone, somewhere out there never thought of having any, let alone all of the above. so let's do our bit. no matter how bad we are or how penny-pinching we have become, please donate. i can assure you, it feels good. it's good to know that your bit will make a difference in the lives of others.

regardless of the colors, languages or even borders, this is planet earth. it is our planet. for us, humans.

you can go now.

ASS-afternoon sleepy syndrome

friday nite. despite the fact that we need to conserve the energy to survive the wrath of the burning sunlight, our team were transported to pasir gudang after tarawikh. for those not in the know, pasir gudang is a booming industrial area and tarawikh is a prayer specially performed during ramadhan.

sometimes it's scary though. kind of suicidal in a way, i think. imagine stranded in the middle of an industrial area with all those hazardous chemicals and god-knows-what-else materials with only one escape route. last year's major fire incident was a reason i'm having second thoughts in buying a house in PG.

so we were there to finalise on the launching ceremony of an anchor tenant, to be inaugurated by the mecd's minister. screeched to a halt at 2am. and after the event, i slept my way to 5pm.

the day after, small gathering with schoolmates. slept at 2+am again. woke up at 6pm. what in the world is happening to my sleep cycle?..whatever cause i'm enjoying it..hehehe...

message #1 >> thanks dave, come over..we'll play meriam buluh...
message #2 >> restoran anggun is only good for its "tomyam chiang rai". period.
message #3 >> i never thought hassan miskam is a good subject. well, it is!

and a technical staff from air asia said something like this, "that 737 is not really safe. there's always something leaking and errors on the hydraulics part. thank goodness they are replacing it with a320". and i've travelled several times on that goddamn plane this year!

environMENTALLY-friendly

fight your inner demon

5 down, 25 to go. today is the 6th day of ramadan. the test had begun in such a beautiful weather. not so hot and cold either. paradiso perdutto. and still i couldn't find a solid reason of why an adult (weighing over 80kg) failed to fast on the 2nd day. what? 2nd day? (cheh!).

this year, i don't feel the usual crave to smoke. in fact, it has been handled effortlessly. i don't think i'm handling it at all. nor i'm thinking of quitting, just cutting down (please refer khai's recent post on a similar subject, vividly describing the amount decreased. i say, "yeah, whatever man""you'll miss them and you know it so save a pack in your drawer, you'll never know when you really gonna need them"....>laughing<.....).

i had my freedom at last. it was my first weekend of not having to come to work. that has been translated into sleeping until 2.33 in the afternoon. lovely!

it was a very a long time since i last watched anything funny like wild hogs. now where the hell is will ferrell?

territorial pissing

we have just shifted to a newly-renovated office. i'm having a difficult time digesting the fact that finally we all are accumulated together on the same floor. not really the kind of concept i'm looking forward to be adapted into. reasons being :-

our dept has a very unique collection of deaf people. we talk like wet market traders and laugh like nobody's business. we smoke right at our desks after office hours. we will play a few songs accompanied with two guitars almost everyday. we think that everyone else (anyone not from the dept) carries a different flag. and that's just a start.

the worst part is :- no more music videos (let alone loud music from the mp3 playlist), no more decent pornography (if there is any) and no more jamming session. that's for sure.

my desk is now L-shaped. stretch both your arms in a shape of T and that's how big it is. the angle of the monitor is even worst. it is easily visible from my boss's room and our senior manager whose cubicle is perfectly placed next to my boss's.

what a wonderful world.

stunned

sunday. i had since friday monitoring and coordinating promotional activities in conjunction with 50th merdeka anniversary celebration. and on sunday, finally i had the chance to spend quality time with my friends. shopping, thing that i've been putting on hold for months deliberately due to various reasons, finally surfaced.

bought damien rice's 9. man, all this while i thought that thom yorke is the most depressed man on the face of the planet. "the animals were gone". beautiful! also, got myself a maroon 5 and a corgan's solo offering.

nightmares. stage 4. no REM though. just ghosts, flood and armageddon. i like the flood part. cause that means, as someone said, i'm going to be rich...haha....gotta remember to wash my feet.

indie

brilliant

no explanation needed.

filter

national day is approaching which means we're going to be very busy doing a themed-celebration at all our centres. several programmes, many meetings, appointments, travelling, reports and presentations. god, i really need a break.

thank goodness, it's wednesday. what's showing now by the way?

what have i been up to for the past few weeks? well, too many things. just too many. went to KL and back two times last week. that will explain a lot, won't it?

scott called the other day. not surprised though. met the guy last month and he looked good. i was invited to a product-launching ceremony down at his place. introducing some MLM-structured thingy. first ever in JB. maybe he wanted to make a millionaire out of me. thanks man but....i'm just too busy now. appreciate though.

lemau made me wait a wonderful twenty minutes in front of xtra. parked my car next to a fireplace, it's hungry ghost festival i think, watching people burning hell notes and incenses. slept at 12-ish am and i'm late again for work this morning.

Message>>>There's nothing about racism thingy here in Johor. words spreaded like wildfire saying that there's a situation here. nope. nothing. someone, somewhere gotta gain or lose by doing this but i say it's our 50th national day anniversary. grow up, be wise and go read about Defamation Act 1957.

no mercy

please be careful of pre-approved credit card. why? i'll tell you why.

last year, i received a call from a credit card centre. this guy informed me to come and collect my cards. i said cards because they pre-approved 3 cards for me. i've been brought up with many interesting stories of previous victims so i wasn't very excited back then.

mistake.
and so i managed to be very reluctant about it. i gave various excuses to avoid collecting it. and finally on one stormy afternoon, two guys came to the office. they braved the heavy downpour just to come and send me the cards. i was stunned and surely found no escape route. point blank. i took all the cards, signed with a thought that this might come in handy one day. that's the mistake.

aftermath.
i cancelled the amex and mastercard. left with only a visa, i thought well it can't be that bad. swipe, fill up the tank, drive home and return for a refill every other week. one day, it says "declined". s**t!!
day after day, statement after statement and i haven't paid a single cent since january. last week, while in vain looking for some extra cash as i need to attend a course in KL, i can't withdraw my money.

"we haven't received anything since january, so all remaining balance in your account will be transferred as a minimum payment for your credit card and we will activate it back in a few days time".

wasn't that amazing?

pull me out from the wreckage

i'll face the music
even if i know it will make me sick
i'll stand up proud
even if i feel alone in the crowd
i'll get down on my knees
even if i'm aware of all the risks
i'll dance to your tune
even if i'll be losing the moon

this voice is not my choice
what i choose is what i lose
am i a fool?
just another tool?

i'm a freeman but i'm lost.


*a bull in a china shop full of heart-shaped boxes.

kooler shaker

sumptuous dinner yesterday. ten of us went to dataran bandaraya. that far end shop, famous for its "ikan bakar", brilliantly-named "tip-top ikan bakar". mr jimmy aka godfather treat us with, let me recall...

i) ikan pari bakar
ii) ikan kembung bakar
iii) sate ayam
iv) siput sedut
v) sotong sambal
vi) kerang rebus and whatever else.

after one real heavy downpour, seafood is the best. ensued by strong black coffee. voila!

i hope it rains today.

weirdo

sometimes it's a burden. sometimes it's an outlet. but today i think it is just something else.
that's my blog. somehow i feel obliged to write something. at times, i thought it would be wise to keep it all to myself. that's not wise. not until yesterday.

i attended a course on EQ. the list of names submitted to attend the course, well i can't be sure if it was intentional or out-of-randomness. whatever it is, all my colleagues thought it's a funny thing and laughing and i couldn't help but to let them be.

it was good though. no, it was fantastic. we had a workshop-like class. hilariously funny if you open up to whatever to come along. imagine being stuffed inside a room with 20 ladies (an average of 70% of the participants are ladies and they are all in the midst of battling mid-life crisis, menopause and whatever happens to the moon will do to them). at first, i anticipated that i'll end up in a body bag after the first coffee break. well i didn't.

we had so much fun. that was very good.

i'm having fun with people my mother's age.

open for closing address

went for a meeting this morning. again. and "why am i not surprised?", i asked myself. gonna have another meeting at 2.30pm. will be chaired by our GM.

shrunk.

blinding lights

as i couldn't really sit and and watch and focus on anything which might require certain attention, i did it at night. spent more than three nights (it's early morning to you normals). a pack of cigarettes, black coffee and i-hate-my-life-attitude. that's all you need. that's when i really discovered that mario puzo's godfather is a great film. my kind.

i'm a self proclaimed King of All Awkward Moments. when to Cathay with Homer all over my head, i bumped into someone whose presence was (long story short, what the fcuk is she doing there.....i know damn well it's a public place , asshole!)....that was when the awkwardness sets in.

i know something amiss about myself if i sub-consciously put seven-in-a-row songs of damien rice in my playlist. followed by gavin degraw and then chris cornell's unplugged.

gotta rush to persada johor. sent to participate in a workshop. hopefully, hot, young journalists are there to entertain me.

"let meeeeeeee entertain yaa!!"

en route to nowhere

i'm tired. i'm tired. i'm tired. i might end up hallucinating a girl coming up to my office, performing an explosive oral sex and thank me gratefully when she's done. am i on drugs? no i'm not. i'm just tired. i'd rather be thinking about anything strictly unproductive just to loosen up a bit. and that's when i thought sex is the subject to be. oh wait, i didn't even think or blink about it. it will always be about it, right?

pervert? call me what you will. when you're tired, i mean as in really tired, you just couldn't be bothered with what the others might think about you. i wouldn't say things like those idiota ICP said though. "f**k the world". rant, rant, rant. bla, bla, bla.

i missed my weekends. i missed my dvd-watching, lazy sunday afternoon. i missed everything about it. as for now, too many things to take care of and yet i took a detour in bloggerland. not much though.

till then.

love peace empathy. a la cobain.

how bad can it be?

everything went out of place the moment i decided to call it a day. all promotional events in which my blood, sweat and tears were put into tremendously, turned its back on me. last minute cancellation, overruled decisions and what not to ruin my 3-month-long preparation.

latest M3 in the pipeline

regret to forget

whistling on a mood swing

i've always whined. i'm a whiner. irritatingly annoying whiner. about myself, about you, about other people and their neighbours. recently, i found out that i'm a perfectionist. not just tiny, little perfectionist. i'm the reason they created that term. self-centered bastard.

i can't believe that i'm listening to REM's "Everybody Hurts" whilst posting this one. i can't believe that i could even paused to enjoy the realisation of myself noticing the act. i can't believe i'm allowing this in the first place. i'm obviously disturbed.

so many remorseful thoughts lingered around my head. i guess, no, i'm sure that i'm losing myself. i deserved this, i know that damn well.

there are times when i needed at least 10 minutes to register a surprising news, only to feel bad the moment everyone else having a toast over it.

today. today is the day. although it may sound a bit suicidal to your standards, worry not. i just need sometime alone.

now leave me alone.

1984

dreams #2

dreams

if i were a spanish
i'd dance to besame mucho under the moonlit sky
with girl of my dreams, hugging and kissing
while watching the world taking its last breath

if i were a spanish
i'd rather be don juan
demanding attention in the barrio
showering love in exchange of sorrow

supersuckers

i almost got into a fight yesterday. maybe i should've taken it easy. nevertheless, i'm still mad at those fellas.

movies. we average people are always considerate while enjoying a movie. we aren't supposed to and will never talk or shake our legs like there's a creature inside trying to bite off our dicks. but yesterday, i fell victim to one of those scumbags.

situation.
we had seen that "don't be fashionably late" advertisement and thought that the advertiser did that specifically to warn us. so we're 5 minutes early. three of us sat down enthusiastically waiting for the first glimpse of optimus prime. and i saw three guys right behind us chatting about the movie and something else of which a theatre doesn't seem to be the right platform for such.

the guy sitting on the far right obviously went in for his second experience of the movie. he was trying to be the storyteller to the rest of the company. what, was the other two that stupid? i don't know. however, that i can still tolerate.

his friend sitting behind me shook his legs once in a while. you have no idea how uncomfortable that can be. i made up my mind. the shaking eventually got in the way of my hard-earned concentration. that was it.

looking back while giving a cold, hard stare at them, i said "yo bro, what's with the shaking?". in the darkness of the theatre, i can see many heads turned to my direction. who the hell cares?. the guy replied (although i'm quite certain he heard me the first time) ,"what?". "your legs", i said. still staring at them. he leaned backward with a nod accompanied with a near-whisper "ok".

they behaved ever since. no sense of achievement though. i feel like crushing his legs under a steamroll.

maybe, those kids can't read the advertisement earlier. someone shall propose to have it in bahasa melayu. poor dropouts.

psycho

psychosocial development.
i can still remember how excited i was when it comes to attending that class. we would discuss on many theories. kohlberg, eriksson and of course, sigmund freud. i was also surprised to learn that human mind is a very complex yet beautiful organ. metaphorically beautiful.

beautiful.
god knows how subjective that is. i had a beautiful june this year. no weekends to spend with family and friends, high expectations from the non-realistic (so-called result-oriented) management, occasional fever and many other things. come july, there will be more and more things needs to be done. and yet, i feel nothing. weightless. free as a bird. it's difficult to express exactly how i felt but that was it. and i can sense something else. something new and foreign to my normal reactions.

reaction.
hopes and expectations. good and bad and the in-between.

do animals experience something called boredom?
"i'd rather be with an animal".pearl jam.

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.