Missing Girl

I was on the SPRINT highway today, back from a client's office and as I was about to pay the toll, I saw an ad saying "Girl Missing".

I read the description.

It said there, the girl has long hair, and she's mute and deaf.

She must be scared like hell, can't even scream for her life.

Poor girl. I wish I can help her.

a way to celebrate a non-special day

Today is the 30th of October (just to clarify, since you know how blogger's dates are a little screwed up sometimes. Are we GMT +6?).

And a photo that I sent to Saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia is featured as photo of the day, under it's daily pictures tab.

It's not phenomenal or absolutely earth-shattering in any way, that deserves a cult following or anything, but I think it's kind of witty in its colorific sense lah. Just goes to prove, in a way, that you don't need to be professional to be featured (hehe sod it those of you who're so arrogant with your dslr's :p)

Just happy that I'm able to share how beautiful Malaysia really is. (Or could be - if you're a pessimist)

If you want to check it out: click here

Do send in photos that you think represent Malaysia in it's precise form.

Kalau Aku Seorang Rockstar

Kalaulah aku seorang rockstar,
Akan ku pastikan dunia ini berputar
laju, Goncang ia dan kemudian biar
Akan ku pastikan semua mata berpinar

Akan ku tulis bait-bait puitis
Biar semua jadi pakar romantis
Not-not emosi akan ku tulis
Semua kan rasa cinta nan gratis

Akan ku pakai emosi di lengan
di dada, di dahi, dan pakainya dengan
rasional hati. Tanpa halangan,
 tiada enggan, tidak jangan

Pasti sekali aku berambut blonde panjang
Agar semua pelusuk memandang
Dan biar mindaku bertelanjang
Agar segala fikir dan rasa terpampang

Akan ku petik gitar elektrik
Bina musik atas apa terdetik
Kan ku alun ia dengan gemersik
Biar semua berkata "fantastik!"

Dan berdiri aku di pentas itu
Di tengah-tengah spotlight yang satu
Minda, hati dan jasad bersekutu
Persembahkan lagu cinta yang jitu

Akan ku biar diriku berenang
dalam gelombang lautan orang
dalam semangat dan sahutan diorang
di bawah cahaya bulan mengambang

Bila tiba saat berakhir semuanya
Akan ku buat segalanya dari mula
Akan ku pastikan diri menjadi popular
Sampai tahap popular gila

Dan bila satu dunia mengenali ku
Ingin sekali ku melihat wajah mu
dan kata "This song is for you"
Biar semua lihat kau senyum padaku

Dan tolonglah biarkan masa membeku
di saat itu; saat kau pandang pada ku.

life on a plate

it's like a blender in here;

you have no idea.
banana chicken day-old bun;
all mixed thoroughly and mold as one.

once the plug is in the switch is on,
all form and taste will all be gone.
from there the shape takes a new turn,
what it was before has all been churned.

and when it's done you pour it out,
what's become of it you can't figure out.
well let me tell you point and straight,
now that's my life, served on a plate.

life is dynamic, that's why people move on.

I went to have lunch with my colleagues today at the mamak near Heritage Row. Everything was fine, we went to pick our lauk and order drinks, we ate our food, and then we went to the counter to pay.

I was talking to Mich about papadom when the mamak at the cashier suddenly asked me
"Are you a singer?"

Swear to God, I nearly choked on my saliva and he was still wearing that earnest face. I couldn't lie to that face, so I decided to tell him the truth. I said "Oh no, saya bukan penyanyi la. Why you ask?"

"Suara awak macam penyanyi. Saya ingat awak penyanyi"

"Eh bukan, bukan. I cannot sing one, trust me!"

"Kalau awak mau practice, mesti sedap punya! Balik cuba lah!"

What a revelation. Somebody actually thought I had good voice? What has become of this world! 


On a completely different note, today is the last day for one of my directors, MC. It was quite a sad day, thank goodness nobody cried or I would have too. We gave him customized sneakers yesterday, drawn by Mich and he loved it.

So today, I arrived at the office and saw a nicely wrapped present on my desk. There was a small card. The present was from MC. When I unwrapped, I almost LOLed, as the gift was Love Jenga. What the..! That dude seriously has a sense of humour. I can never play it with the family. Some of my other colleagues received a mini pool table, a chess set, a roulette drinking game set and table foosball.

Although I havent been working with him for very long, a feel some "strong connections". haha nah, joke. It's just that he's so good in this industry that it is quite a loss to not have him around anymore. I could have learned more from him.

And after work, I had dinner with my colleagues. It is good that colleagues are of almost similar age, so we can relate quite well. We talked about stuff; family, relationships, bosses. haha. Great fun.

I'm going to miss these people when they leave. Yes, they had decided to leave and explore on new ventures. Some within the industry, some still soul-searching. Eitherways, I am glad that there is a thing called the Internet, so we can still keep in touch.

So to sum up in five words: Today is sad and happy.

pfft. lame-ass.

i am Razorgirl

One of my favorite uncle is sick. I was quite shocked, but thinking back to the way he lived his life - adventurous, with no rules and anything to set him back - i kind of understand. his body took a toll on him.

I went home and was going to bed, and since the room i sleep in is full of books it's like a mini library (i dont have a proper room, in fact most of my clothes are in boxes), i browsed through the shelves to see what stories i should serenade myself with to sleep.

And there I saw, Neuromancer; a book by William Gibson. I remembered taking this book from my uncle's house (He has the full collection of National Geographic and Reader's Digest and some skipped volumes of Nylon and Life - he really lives in a library).

I remembered not liking this book, published in 1984, because i just couldn't understand it. It's about some cyber-punk thing, and was just heavy for me at that time.

But that night, I thought I should just give it another go - a tribute to my uncle.

So I read. And it has one of the best opening lines.

"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel"

I thought it was really smart; I had never imagined something cyberatic could take on poetic nuances.

And so, the opening line got me hooked. I read on until it was almost one fourth of the book. Another line I thought was good:

"Anybody any good at what they do, that's what they are right?"

Just spot on. Witty and true. Frank and poetic. Which i love. 

And so tonight, after such an eventful evening (it was random!), what better way to top it with but a good book and Milo (yeah, we dont have cocoa powder for hot choc. 'tis the Malaysian style :p).

Let's see if the ending is any good. Well one of my many habits - to read first few pages and last few pages first. But i purposely skipped the ending for this one for surprise factor. (Yeah, my life is boring, i need cheap thrills to spice it up. haha!)

Goodnight everyone.

Aku dan orang

Sememangnya, kita tidak akan kenal seseorang jika kita tidak mengambil initiatif berbuat demikian. Pada mulanya, pasti akan timbul perasaan gusar dan tertanya-tanya, bagaimanakah sebenarnya orang ini? Dan akan ada beberapa perkara yang kita nilai dari orang itu, sebelum akhirnya membuat konklusi sendiri.

Konklusi tahap pertama - tidak semestinya tepat.

Dalam membuktikan hipotesis yang kita dapat dari melihat orang itu, secara tidak langsung kita akan mengenalinya dengan lebih mendalam. Dalam proses ini, selalunya kita akan faham mengapa seseorang bersikap sedemikian.

Isu utama di sini adalah: tak kenal maka tak cinta.

Aku suka melihat dan menilai orang. Akan tetapi, aku lebih suka mencari jawapan dan kebenaran kepada penilaian aku itu.

two cents on a weekend

There are a lot of things that we wish we are just born into. Talents, wealth, good looks, physique.

There are some things that we are just born into, but wish that we can make a choice of. Religion, family, ethnicity etc.

But there is one thing that we wish we are born into and can make a choice of: Life.

So make the right choices. The journey dictates the end.

You walked with your shoulders

Saw you today; you were in the pits.

Face - terrified, restless.
Hair - dishevelled, unkempt.
Eyes - sad, empty.

You are at your worst. And somehow, it made me smile. I am happy to see you like that.

Human beings can be selfish, and they enjoy other people's misery.

I'm sorry, but you deserve it.

joy comes in small packages

i am in equilibrium.

hoorah.

sorry, need emotional outlet.

FML.

why would i want to F it?

because everything about it is so true and real, even the bad parts. especially the bad parts.

betterworsebetterworsebetterworsebetterworsestagnant.

today i was on a roller coaster, except i didnt ride it, it rode me.

i let it control me and _________

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFyou.

to me, the only measure of a human is the ability to think with your heart - empathy.

.

i may act retarded, but i am not stupid. at least not worse than you.

screammmmmmmmmmm.

today i prayed that there shalt be no sharp objects in a close radius to me.

stabstabstabstabstabstabstabstabstabstabstab.

i need to be on a mountain top now.

or a cave.

or under the deep sea.

angrysadragedalone.

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