Just about every muscle and bones in my body right now is aching - as a result of over-working them. What an irony, although given the fact that I have been sleeping less (coz of Ramadhan), but more deeply. I couldn't hear my alarm, couldn't here my sister knock on my door, couldn't recall myself walking downstairs with my blanket and sleeping on the couch with tissue in my hand. When I sleep, I really sleep.
Mostly during the Ramadhan, after solat tarawikh, I'd be having supper and then make myself hot Milo and be sipping it in front of the TV while I lie down. Haha, absolutely a terrible habit since it's never a good idea to drink hot drinks while lying down (but I find comfort in that), and somewhere along the way I'll fall asleep. Yep, in between sips of Milo. And Grey's Anatomy.
So the over-working part is, I did more things while fasting than when I'm not. For example, I walked to and from between the LRT station and my house. It usually took me 15-20mins tops on non-fasting days, but during Ramadhan it took me a freaking 45minutes!! By the time I got home, I was panting and on my knees in front of the door, unable to even put the key in the hole and turn the knob.
I also strained my endorphines aka the happy hormones. I got easily agitated and moody especially when it comes to issues pertaining food. But the straining part is not that, it's when I try to cover up this agitation and act all cool and calm - coz it's the Ramadhan after all. I needed to be the best I could be.
I got into more things than I should have. I signed up for things that could be done during other times of the year and instead had to do them during Ramadhan. I was involved in a theater, entered a contest (that I was in the running to win for?), help move stuff from one house to another, took over my mom's gym membership and a heck of a lot more things.
I was insanely running from one point to another, all flustered and sometimes barely making it for break fast in time. I once broke fast while I was walking from the LRT to my house. I felt like crying, but thought of it as if it was any other day.
When it was finally bed time, I totally zonked out. Then we had to wake up every 5am to magically come up with some dish and eat our sahur. Then prayers etc. Sometimes we also wake up in the wee hours before sahur to pray. So you get how enormously tired our bodies would be. My sleeping patterns was really messed up, that I accidentally woke up at 10am and was really late for work.
If you think I'm complaining, well, I'm not. I'm just saying that now, I hope things would go back to normal, I can eat at normal hours, and not have to wake up at odd times or do things differently.
So on this eve of Hari Raya, I'd like to wish you all a good one (improperly first, I'll do a proper one later) and I think I'm gonna get that long, dreamful rest I've been longing for. Thank God, we've prepared food, did spring cleaning, put kuih in the jars, and even ironed our clothes already. Hence, this rest will be well-deserved.
Selamat Hari Raya everyone; and emphasize the 'selamat' in that phrase please :) Love you all!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Malaysia, My Home
This was the promo video. After 20 days or so, he got a lot of video responses. And I think this video he compiled (from all the responses) speaks a lot of my point of view on Malaysia and Malaysians..SPOT ON!
Watch the video below. I feel so patriotic right now, I'm gonna go hang the Jalur Gemilang flag in my porch.
I heart MALAYSIA
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Spotlight: Yuna
Somehow, I can't wait for this:
I feel like she has come a long way to get to where she is right now, and it's only fair if we Malaysians give her the support and credit she deserves. And for that, I will be there Yuna! :D
To be honest, it was more of a love-at-first-listen with me and Bunkface rather than with Yuna. I didn't like Dan Sebenarnya and I thought that was a bad single to make a debut in the music scene. But I guess, my opinion was rather unpopular, as apparently she received a lot of rave from that song. Only logical, as the local music industry made up of mostly Malay-speaking listeners. And so I was quick to judge. I ignored her great voice and the raw talent she has just based on that one song. I turned to Wani Ardy and compared them; thinking Wani makes better music.
See that's the thing with music and musicians - their music may sound the same, but they're all completely different. Especially for singer/songwriters. You can't really tell the experiences they base from for their songs. So the best singers usually are able to project these experiences and emotions unto their songs - which Yuna successfully did.
It was when my dad decided to commission her for the song Cinta Sempurna for the series on Astro by the same title that I started to take notice.
I then got to listen to After Midnight (which I thought was brilliant; I had goosebumps within the first 5 seconds - but it reminded me of a certain goth band) and then I listened to Backpacking Around Europe, and thought wow this girl is really versatile. I think it was her album, Decorate that changed my mind. Permission has light vocals and heavy rhythm; and I love heavy. What swept me off my feet was the lyrics. Man, were the lyrics heart-breaking! "Empty..is what you'll find here" .. or something like that (hehe, sorry bad memory). Her songs follow a plot; progressive, that you can't really fall asleep or feel bored in between. And the ending, abrupt. Just like how life normally ends.
A classic favorite would be Penakut. I find that most people can express better in their local languages. And this song epitomizes that. Simple words, stark meaning. It unfolds the true story like a conversation with another person. But it was her and the music talking. The song was around 4mins plus, but I just didn't feel it was long!
And in case you're wondering, yes, I have the original album :) I've started to tell myself to support good artistes by getting their albums whenever I can.
Have you listened to her exclusive-for-USA songs? Coffee and Fears and Frustrations. Not bad. Although I didn't really like the intro to the latter. Cliche. However, the cover of Nirvana's Come As You Are I featured here the other day can make up for that :) I guess she is able to get more inspiration by stepping out of her comfort zone.
I wish her all the luck in the world.
p/s: She has a Wiki, do you know that? Waiting for the time I have my own :p
from Malaysian Philharmonic Petronas
I feel like she has come a long way to get to where she is right now, and it's only fair if we Malaysians give her the support and credit she deserves. And for that, I will be there Yuna! :D
To be honest, it was more of a love-at-first-listen with me and Bunkface rather than with Yuna. I didn't like Dan Sebenarnya and I thought that was a bad single to make a debut in the music scene. But I guess, my opinion was rather unpopular, as apparently she received a lot of rave from that song. Only logical, as the local music industry made up of mostly Malay-speaking listeners. And so I was quick to judge. I ignored her great voice and the raw talent she has just based on that one song. I turned to Wani Ardy and compared them; thinking Wani makes better music.
See that's the thing with music and musicians - their music may sound the same, but they're all completely different. Especially for singer/songwriters. You can't really tell the experiences they base from for their songs. So the best singers usually are able to project these experiences and emotions unto their songs - which Yuna successfully did.
It was when my dad decided to commission her for the song Cinta Sempurna for the series on Astro by the same title that I started to take notice.
I then got to listen to After Midnight (which I thought was brilliant; I had goosebumps within the first 5 seconds - but it reminded me of a certain goth band) and then I listened to Backpacking Around Europe, and thought wow this girl is really versatile. I think it was her album, Decorate that changed my mind. Permission has light vocals and heavy rhythm; and I love heavy. What swept me off my feet was the lyrics. Man, were the lyrics heart-breaking! "Empty..is what you'll find here" .. or something like that (hehe, sorry bad memory). Her songs follow a plot; progressive, that you can't really fall asleep or feel bored in between. And the ending, abrupt. Just like how life normally ends.
A classic favorite would be Penakut. I find that most people can express better in their local languages. And this song epitomizes that. Simple words, stark meaning. It unfolds the true story like a conversation with another person. But it was her and the music talking. The song was around 4mins plus, but I just didn't feel it was long!
Penakut by Yuna
And in case you're wondering, yes, I have the original album :) I've started to tell myself to support good artistes by getting their albums whenever I can.
Have you listened to her exclusive-for-USA songs? Coffee and Fears and Frustrations. Not bad. Although I didn't really like the intro to the latter. Cliche. However, the cover of Nirvana's Come As You Are I featured here the other day can make up for that :) I guess she is able to get more inspiration by stepping out of her comfort zone.
I wish her all the luck in the world.
p/s: She has a Wiki, do you know that? Waiting for the time I have my own :p
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Kau Ni Kenapa?
by Tramizi Hussin
dalam titis-titis hujan yang turun ada kau,
rintik yang jatuh di mata ialah bundar matamu,
titis yang lepas ke tengkuk ialah manis bibirmu,
rambut basah di usik tanganmu; dada lencun ditindih gebu dadamu,
kuyup tubuh dimamah tubuhmu,
dan aku berteleku menikmati segalanya,
dalam hujan aku temu kau; dan antara rintik aku hancur merindui.
I must tell you, I effing love this piece of poetry. I haven't read/heard a good one for quite some time, and just coming across this, made me breathe a sigh of relief. Good poetry still exist. Especially in Malay - my mother tongue that I would not ever take for granted.
It's hard to write a poem without having to sound like you're trying too hard, what more to write it in Malay. Poets writing in Malay tend to be 'simplistic' with their ermm, presentation (?), eventhough they pile on the big words. To me, it's not the bombastic vocabulary you use, but rather how you use simple words that can mean many things.
The poem was included in the Pinggir Malam Yang Mati book of trio writers - Tramizi Hussin, Shafiq Halim and Zulwaqar Akram. It was published by Jargon Books, which I bought at one of those flea markets/bazaar thingamajigga I went to recently. I also met the famed (underground, sort of) maestro, Aloy Paradoks, in person and was kind of starstruck :p
dalam titis-titis hujan yang turun ada kau,
rintik yang jatuh di mata ialah bundar matamu,
titis yang lepas ke tengkuk ialah manis bibirmu,
rambut basah di usik tanganmu; dada lencun ditindih gebu dadamu,
kuyup tubuh dimamah tubuhmu,
dan aku berteleku menikmati segalanya,
dalam hujan aku temu kau; dan antara rintik aku hancur merindui.
I must tell you, I effing love this piece of poetry. I haven't read/heard a good one for quite some time, and just coming across this, made me breathe a sigh of relief. Good poetry still exist. Especially in Malay - my mother tongue that I would not ever take for granted.
It's hard to write a poem without having to sound like you're trying too hard, what more to write it in Malay. Poets writing in Malay tend to be 'simplistic' with their ermm, presentation (?), eventhough they pile on the big words. To me, it's not the bombastic vocabulary you use, but rather how you use simple words that can mean many things.
The poem was included in the Pinggir Malam Yang Mati book of trio writers - Tramizi Hussin, Shafiq Halim and Zulwaqar Akram. It was published by Jargon Books, which I bought at one of those flea markets/bazaar thingamajigga I went to recently. I also met the famed (underground, sort of) maestro, Aloy Paradoks, in person and was kind of starstruck :p
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Confessions of a Hairdresser
It was a normal visit to the salon - after the photoshoot I had the other day, my hair was just abnormal; it was like tali rafia knotted together and I was walking around with a rug on my head like that was what it literally looked like. It's almost semi-afro and semi-dreads.
I shampooed, and it got worst. The amount of hairspray they piled on my hair was just insane. So I made a visit to the salon - a place I haven't been a long time (hello black roots and split-ends), to get my hair fixed.
Little did I know, I was about to get more than just hair treatment - a spiritual talk, a penny for the thought, by none other than the hairdresser. A note though, this is not your normal salon; it's one of those dodgy ones that noone goes to (yeah I needed something fast and wallet-friendly).
So this hairdresser is 35 years old (she told me), and let's call her Kak Nor. So Kak Nor is an Indonesian who has been working and living here in Malaysia with her husband for many years. She dresses like any normal "urban" woman would dress - purple blouse (with a little bit of cleavage just enough to tease the mature-men's imagination), black leggings, 4-inch flip-flops and large loop earrings. Her hair was..never mind.
So she had that dozy look on her when I got in, asked me what I wanted and quickly attempted to
kill me with the water-proof robe she choked at my neck.
"Sit", she said.
Noone else was in the salon. Great, I thought. I'm gonna perish in her hands.
Then she started massaging my head with shampoo. The lather tipples down my forehead and nearly got in my eye. I didn't dare move to wipe it off.
I looked at her through the mirror and she looked at me.
"Puasa tak adik?", she asked. I nodded.
"Kakak ni, dulu jahil - puasa kadang-kadang je. Tarawikh, lagi tak pernah!" she said, sounding almost surprised with herself.
I didn't react anything, as I don't want to either encourage or insult her. So I just nodded, to indicate that I'm listening. At intervals, I would look down at the Hello! Magazine she handed me earlier from a year ago.
She continued with her life story.
"Tapi Ramadhan kali ni, akak terasa sangat-sangat. Rasa mukjizat dia. Akak puasa, lepas tu akak pergi tarawikh. Semalam, buat pertama kali dalam hidup akak, akak buat Solat Tasbih. Ya Allah dik, rasa macam magic tau nggak!"
She speaks Malay fluently, but sometimes her Indonesian accent surface.
"Entah lah nak cakap macam mana dik, akak rasa jahil sangat sebelum ni, baru aku tau tinggi rendah langit tuh!"
And then she continues. She told me she hadn't sleep for the past few nights, as she joined the group around her house to 'submit' themselves in prayer in the wee hours. I've always been told that this is the best time to pray - when everyone else is asleep.
She said during the day, she spent more time than she used to to think about Islam. Submitting to God has been the best thing that's ever happened to her, she said. Now she truly understood how people can sacrifice anything and/or everything in the name of God. She felt small, and I saw her shed a tear as she spoke the words to me. I thought shampoo got into her eyes.
"Dik, kalau lah ada satu nasihat yang akak boleh bagi, nanti kau keluar dari kedai ni akak nak kau masih ingat nasihat ni; apa yang kita pakai kat luar ni hanyalah hiasan, benda zahir, tapi kalau hati kau bersih dik, Tuhan pasti sayang kau..
Akak nak tanya, bila kau puasa, kau lapar tak? Lapar kan? Jadi supaya tak lapar kita kena makan kan? Kita kena makan nasi, sayuran, minum air supaya badan sihat. Itu semua untuk badan..untuk jasad kita. Roh kau, kau bagi makan tak?"
Err, tak pasti lah kak, I answered almost quizzically. I wanted to know where she's getting at.
"Roh kita pun kita kena bagi makan tau..tau apa makanan roh? Zikir lah! Zikir tu adalah makanan roh kita. Bila akhirat nanti, amalan zikir kita lah yang jadi bekalan makanan kita.. Badan kita akan sakit dan mati. Roh kita hanya sakit, kalau kita tak bagi dia khasiat, tapi dia tak akan mati. Roh kita kekal sampai bila-bila. Jadi dik, kau kena bagi bekal secukupnya dekat roh kau.."
Wow. That really got to me. Have I got enough "food" for my soul? By the time she finished blow-drying my hair, I just got goosebumps all over me. I felt scared. She told me I shouldn't be scared, but to be grateful that I still have time to make a change.
One final thing she told me:
"Kau tau dik, orang yang sembahyang tunggang-terbalik pun belum tentu masuk syurga. Inikan lagi orang macam akak ni. Dalam berbilion-bilion orang dalam dunia ni, cuma 88,000 orang saja yang akan masuk syurga Ustaz tu kata. Kau fikir dik, berapa ramai orang ada dalam duni ni sekarang? Tak kira lagi orang dari zaman-zaman dulu! Wallahu'alam lah dik, mungkin yang lain tu akan terima hukuman dulu baru masuk syurga..apa pun kita cubalah yang terbaik.."
Sigh. Too much information from a hairdresser. As I step out from the salon, my head got heavier, my mind thinking and I felt almost numb. But in a good way, you know? Like an eye-opener.
However heavy I felt after, I still think that I'll definitely make another visit there; not only my hair looks wayyyy better, but she also gave me a discount, a free sample of hair tonic, and one really good lecture.
Funny how random people can affect you.
I shampooed, and it got worst. The amount of hairspray they piled on my hair was just insane. So I made a visit to the salon - a place I haven't been a long time (hello black roots and split-ends), to get my hair fixed.
Little did I know, I was about to get more than just hair treatment - a spiritual talk, a penny for the thought, by none other than the hairdresser. A note though, this is not your normal salon; it's one of those dodgy ones that noone goes to (yeah I needed something fast and wallet-friendly).
So this hairdresser is 35 years old (she told me), and let's call her Kak Nor. So Kak Nor is an Indonesian who has been working and living here in Malaysia with her husband for many years. She dresses like any normal "urban" woman would dress - purple blouse (with a little bit of cleavage just enough to tease the mature-men's imagination), black leggings, 4-inch flip-flops and large loop earrings. Her hair was..never mind.
So she had that dozy look on her when I got in, asked me what I wanted and quickly attempted to
kill me with the water-proof robe she choked at my neck.
"Sit", she said.
Noone else was in the salon. Great, I thought. I'm gonna perish in her hands.
Then she started massaging my head with shampoo. The lather tipples down my forehead and nearly got in my eye. I didn't dare move to wipe it off.
I looked at her through the mirror and she looked at me.
"Puasa tak adik?", she asked. I nodded.
"Kakak ni, dulu jahil - puasa kadang-kadang je. Tarawikh, lagi tak pernah!" she said, sounding almost surprised with herself.
I didn't react anything, as I don't want to either encourage or insult her. So I just nodded, to indicate that I'm listening. At intervals, I would look down at the Hello! Magazine she handed me earlier from a year ago.
She continued with her life story.
"Tapi Ramadhan kali ni, akak terasa sangat-sangat. Rasa mukjizat dia. Akak puasa, lepas tu akak pergi tarawikh. Semalam, buat pertama kali dalam hidup akak, akak buat Solat Tasbih. Ya Allah dik, rasa macam magic tau nggak!"
She speaks Malay fluently, but sometimes her Indonesian accent surface.
"Entah lah nak cakap macam mana dik, akak rasa jahil sangat sebelum ni, baru aku tau tinggi rendah langit tuh!"
And then she continues. She told me she hadn't sleep for the past few nights, as she joined the group around her house to 'submit' themselves in prayer in the wee hours. I've always been told that this is the best time to pray - when everyone else is asleep.
She said during the day, she spent more time than she used to to think about Islam. Submitting to God has been the best thing that's ever happened to her, she said. Now she truly understood how people can sacrifice anything and/or everything in the name of God. She felt small, and I saw her shed a tear as she spoke the words to me. I thought shampoo got into her eyes.
"Dik, kalau lah ada satu nasihat yang akak boleh bagi, nanti kau keluar dari kedai ni akak nak kau masih ingat nasihat ni; apa yang kita pakai kat luar ni hanyalah hiasan, benda zahir, tapi kalau hati kau bersih dik, Tuhan pasti sayang kau..
Akak nak tanya, bila kau puasa, kau lapar tak? Lapar kan? Jadi supaya tak lapar kita kena makan kan? Kita kena makan nasi, sayuran, minum air supaya badan sihat. Itu semua untuk badan..untuk jasad kita. Roh kau, kau bagi makan tak?"
Err, tak pasti lah kak, I answered almost quizzically. I wanted to know where she's getting at.
"Roh kita pun kita kena bagi makan tau..tau apa makanan roh? Zikir lah! Zikir tu adalah makanan roh kita. Bila akhirat nanti, amalan zikir kita lah yang jadi bekalan makanan kita.. Badan kita akan sakit dan mati. Roh kita hanya sakit, kalau kita tak bagi dia khasiat, tapi dia tak akan mati. Roh kita kekal sampai bila-bila. Jadi dik, kau kena bagi bekal secukupnya dekat roh kau.."
Wow. That really got to me. Have I got enough "food" for my soul? By the time she finished blow-drying my hair, I just got goosebumps all over me. I felt scared. She told me I shouldn't be scared, but to be grateful that I still have time to make a change.
One final thing she told me:
"Kau tau dik, orang yang sembahyang tunggang-terbalik pun belum tentu masuk syurga. Inikan lagi orang macam akak ni. Dalam berbilion-bilion orang dalam dunia ni, cuma 88,000 orang saja yang akan masuk syurga Ustaz tu kata. Kau fikir dik, berapa ramai orang ada dalam duni ni sekarang? Tak kira lagi orang dari zaman-zaman dulu! Wallahu'alam lah dik, mungkin yang lain tu akan terima hukuman dulu baru masuk syurga..apa pun kita cubalah yang terbaik.."
Sigh. Too much information from a hairdresser. As I step out from the salon, my head got heavier, my mind thinking and I felt almost numb. But in a good way, you know? Like an eye-opener.
However heavy I felt after, I still think that I'll definitely make another visit there; not only my hair looks wayyyy better, but she also gave me a discount, a free sample of hair tonic, and one really good lecture.
Funny how random people can affect you.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
The Chosen One
The Chosen One by Maher Zain
Some may think he is overrated, pergi rumah orang kahwin lagu Maher Zain, pergi masjid lagu Maher Zain, but the truth is, his songs are good.
I think his other songs are pretty average - standard spiritual songs but with a little bit of pop.
But this one particular song of his is just so..soothing. I saw the video first on Astro in the wee hours when I couldn't sleep, and after watching it, I just felt so calm. The song so comforting and the video so compelling.
It made me believe that out of all the evil in the world, there are still kindness out there.
So in conjunction with Bulan Ramadhan, I dedicate this song to you all. In fact, there are truly many things we can learn from the Prophet.
For me, the most important lesson would be Patience.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Puppy Love
My sister came to me and said "Kak, is this normal? He hasn't texted me in two days.."
Oh well, wait till it's at least 3 days then come back to me with this question
"But..I have this weird feeling in my chest.."
I looked at her. What feeling?
"I don't know, you're the expert!"
Crap, I'm the last person on Earth people should come to for advice on love and relationship.
"It's like I can't do anything else but think of him.."
Are you, missing him?
"Yeah, I guess that's it.."
Then silence.
"Maybe he doesn't like me anymore.."
Shit, this is serious! Noone is allowed to make my sister feel such a way!
Nah, how can he not like you! Look at you, you're awesome! He's just stupid. But don't call people that. That was a bad word
"Is this how love is? Is this what people in a relationship would go through?"
Sigh, she could've gone to my mom to get advice and would have felt better by now. I'm a bad sister.
Uhm, yeah, I suppose. Actually yes, you know what, it is normal. Just calm down, chillax; things will get better and he'll text you. Ok?
She didn't seem convinced.
A badminton game was on.
"I miss Thomas Cup (where she met the boy). Can't believe it was a year ago.."
Why don't you text him. Tell him you miss Thomas Cup. And that you miss him.
"Okay"
3minutes later..
"Kak!! He replied! Waaaaa I'm so happy!!" She was more than happy, actually. Jumping up and down, humming to herself, looking at herself smile in the mirror. Lovesick.
I continued with minding my own lame business. Ignoring her, when suddenly..
"Kak, you know, you should take your own advice sometimes..I'm just saying!"
Sigh. How do kids get to be so smart?
Oh well, wait till it's at least 3 days then come back to me with this question
"But..I have this weird feeling in my chest.."
I looked at her. What feeling?
"I don't know, you're the expert!"
Crap, I'm the last person on Earth people should come to for advice on love and relationship.
"It's like I can't do anything else but think of him.."
Are you, missing him?
"Yeah, I guess that's it.."
Then silence.
"Maybe he doesn't like me anymore.."
Shit, this is serious! Noone is allowed to make my sister feel such a way!
Nah, how can he not like you! Look at you, you're awesome! He's just stupid. But don't call people that. That was a bad word
"Is this how love is? Is this what people in a relationship would go through?"
Sigh, she could've gone to my mom to get advice and would have felt better by now. I'm a bad sister.
Uhm, yeah, I suppose. Actually yes, you know what, it is normal. Just calm down, chillax; things will get better and he'll text you. Ok?
She didn't seem convinced.
A badminton game was on.
"I miss Thomas Cup (where she met the boy). Can't believe it was a year ago.."
Why don't you text him. Tell him you miss Thomas Cup. And that you miss him.
"Okay"
3minutes later..
"Kak!! He replied! Waaaaa I'm so happy!!" She was more than happy, actually. Jumping up and down, humming to herself, looking at herself smile in the mirror. Lovesick.
I continued with minding my own lame business. Ignoring her, when suddenly..
"Kak, you know, you should take your own advice sometimes..I'm just saying!"
Sigh. How do kids get to be so smart?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Talk Show #2: Bulan Ramadhan
Salam 1Malaysia, Salam Ramadhon.
Kota Kuala Lumpur.
Di bulan yang mulia ini, semua syaitan dan iblis akan diikat di dalam api neraka. Oleh kerana itu, kebanyakkan filem-filem berkisarkan hantu dan thriller banyak menerima sambutan, malah ada yang box office kerana orang tidak takutkan hantu pada bulan ini. Lantas mereka akan menonton semua cerita hantu yang telah di'download' tapi tak berani untuk tengok pada waktu ini.
Bila emak bertanya: "Romzi! Kau tak pergi solat tarawikh ke?!"
Romzi menjawab: "Kejap mak, tak leh nak pause ni, pontianak tu tengah nak gigit leher dia ni!"
Ramai yang menggelengkan kepala.
Ya, memang benar. Isu hedonisme melampau sudah lama menjengah abad-21 ini. Malah, kita telah terlalu taksub dengan keghairahan dunia dan fantasinya.
Jejaka usia 20-an bertanya pada teman wanitanya: "B, kita nak buka kat mana harini?"
Teman wanita lepasan SPM menjawab: "Hmm, Pizza Hut? Eh tak nak lah, KFC lah? Oh tak tak, Flaming Steambot kat Subang tu lah nak?"
Jejaka membalas: "Ish you ni, gelojoh tau!" Sambil mencubit manja lengan teman wanitanya.
Kita menggeleng kepala. Tapi adakah kerana kita juga melakukannya?
Tepat jam 7 malam, semua meja dia restoran-restoran terkemuka di kota dihuni pengunjung-pengunjung lahap yang sudah bersiap sedia untuk membaham makanan di depan mereka.
Para pengunjung bukan Islam yang baru tiba terkejut kerana bukan sahaja meja dipenuhi orang yang sekadar melihat saja makanan (ya lah, belum waktu berbuka), tetapi masih ramai lagi yang sedang beratur membeli makanan.
"Sudahlah di pasar juadah sesak dengan orang, di sini juga tak kurang penuhnya"
Itulah hakikatnya.
Yang di atas jalan, cuba memotong sana sini agar sampai ke destinasi sebelum berbuka. Ya, tiada siapa yang suka berbuka di dalam kereta.
Tepat waktu berbuka, serentak bagai di army boot camp, semua insan yang berpuasa, tak kira di mana jua, mengangkat tangan membaca doa dan terus menyelamkan muka di dalam timbunan nasi (bagi yang makan nasi lah).
Selesai makan, semua tersandar di kerusi.
Anak muda A bertanya rakannya: "Weh, hari ni nak tarawikh tak?"
Anak muda B: "Aduhh, senak pula perut ni. Aku selang-seli makan sambil minum tadi. Nasi belah kanan, air belah kiri. Esok jelah. Tak apa, Ramadhan kan sebulan.."
Dan bila melakukan solat tarawikh..
Gadis A: "Kita buat lapan je tau. Hari ni moreh sedap. Bubur kacang hijau!"
Gadis B: "Ok! Nanti lepas witir tunggu kat luar cepat-cepat. Sebab kena rebut dengan jemaah lelaki..Diorang selalu habiskan makanan.."
Inilah dia beberapa situasi biasa di bulan Ramadhan. Fikir-fikirkanlah yang mana amalan yang kita patut jadikan teladan, dan yang mana tidak. Saya juga selalu terjebak, dan cuba sering mengingatkan diri sendiri.
Jadilah diri anda yang terbaik bulan ini, kerana kita belum pasti jika kita boleh meraikan Ramadhan tahun hadapan..
Semoga berjumpa lagi di lain kali. Saya, melaporkan.
Kota Kuala Lumpur.
Di bulan yang mulia ini, semua syaitan dan iblis akan diikat di dalam api neraka. Oleh kerana itu, kebanyakkan filem-filem berkisarkan hantu dan thriller banyak menerima sambutan, malah ada yang box office kerana orang tidak takutkan hantu pada bulan ini. Lantas mereka akan menonton semua cerita hantu yang telah di'download' tapi tak berani untuk tengok pada waktu ini.
Bila emak bertanya: "Romzi! Kau tak pergi solat tarawikh ke?!"
Romzi menjawab: "Kejap mak, tak leh nak pause ni, pontianak tu tengah nak gigit leher dia ni!"
Ramai yang menggelengkan kepala.
Ya, memang benar. Isu hedonisme melampau sudah lama menjengah abad-21 ini. Malah, kita telah terlalu taksub dengan keghairahan dunia dan fantasinya.
Jejaka usia 20-an bertanya pada teman wanitanya: "B, kita nak buka kat mana harini?"
Teman wanita lepasan SPM menjawab: "Hmm, Pizza Hut? Eh tak nak lah, KFC lah? Oh tak tak, Flaming Steambot kat Subang tu lah nak?"
Jejaka membalas: "Ish you ni, gelojoh tau!" Sambil mencubit manja lengan teman wanitanya.
Kita menggeleng kepala. Tapi adakah kerana kita juga melakukannya?
Tepat jam 7 malam, semua meja dia restoran-restoran terkemuka di kota dihuni pengunjung-pengunjung lahap yang sudah bersiap sedia untuk membaham makanan di depan mereka.
Para pengunjung bukan Islam yang baru tiba terkejut kerana bukan sahaja meja dipenuhi orang yang sekadar melihat saja makanan (ya lah, belum waktu berbuka), tetapi masih ramai lagi yang sedang beratur membeli makanan.
"Sudahlah di pasar juadah sesak dengan orang, di sini juga tak kurang penuhnya"
Itulah hakikatnya.
Yang di atas jalan, cuba memotong sana sini agar sampai ke destinasi sebelum berbuka. Ya, tiada siapa yang suka berbuka di dalam kereta.
Tepat waktu berbuka, serentak bagai di army boot camp, semua insan yang berpuasa, tak kira di mana jua, mengangkat tangan membaca doa dan terus menyelamkan muka di dalam timbunan nasi (bagi yang makan nasi lah).
Selesai makan, semua tersandar di kerusi.
Anak muda A bertanya rakannya: "Weh, hari ni nak tarawikh tak?"
Anak muda B: "Aduhh, senak pula perut ni. Aku selang-seli makan sambil minum tadi. Nasi belah kanan, air belah kiri. Esok jelah. Tak apa, Ramadhan kan sebulan.."
Dan bila melakukan solat tarawikh..
Gadis A: "Kita buat lapan je tau. Hari ni moreh sedap. Bubur kacang hijau!"
Gadis B: "Ok! Nanti lepas witir tunggu kat luar cepat-cepat. Sebab kena rebut dengan jemaah lelaki..Diorang selalu habiskan makanan.."
Inilah dia beberapa situasi biasa di bulan Ramadhan. Fikir-fikirkanlah yang mana amalan yang kita patut jadikan teladan, dan yang mana tidak. Saya juga selalu terjebak, dan cuba sering mengingatkan diri sendiri.
Jadilah diri anda yang terbaik bulan ini, kerana kita belum pasti jika kita boleh meraikan Ramadhan tahun hadapan..
Semoga berjumpa lagi di lain kali. Saya, melaporkan.
Monday, August 08, 2011
Come as you are
Come as you are (Nirvana cover) by Yuna
Another one of Yuna's music goodness. With Pharrell Williams from N.E.R.D. as producer. You can see him briefly in the video, towards the end.
People can love or hate her, but they can only love her music. Malay girl making it big in the Big Apple city.
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Lupakan Semalam
Lupakan Semalam by Salam
I got attracted to Salam (musically, of course) since I first heard him in Cerita Kedai Kopi featuring the Malaysian hip-hop megastar, Malique from TooPhat and DJ Fuzz.
I thought not just the song is rhythmically awesome (ska! ska!), but the lyrics touched more than just human feelings - they speak of status quo, issues people are too afraid to mention in a song, simply because they are the truth.
What more, he rocks the 'locks! Malay guy 'lost' in Amsterdam, advocating peace and love in all true reggaeness.
What's not to love?
His songs remind me of Gerard et les Stars, my all-time fave French ska band, except of course, Salam is a one-man band.
Rasta Love.
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Hello, welcome to my new talk show.
Salam 1 Malaysia.
Darsa-warsa ini, terlalu ramai orang yang ingin menjadi seorang yang unik, dan berbeda antara satu dengan lain. Mengapa? Kerana ini adalah perlu.
Malah, 'perlu' itu adalah satu understatement; kata yang lebih tepat adalah wajib. Imperative. Compulsory. Salient.
Lantas, apa akan terjadi tatkala setiap orang di muka bumi ini menjadi unik? Jawapannya, semua orang akan jadi normal. Anda ikut? ("Are you following?")
Huh? Apa ni? Cakap berbelit ar! Panggil Bik Syoliha lah, dia pandai sikit explain benda-benda falsafah ni!
Maaf para hadirin, bawa bertenang. Bik Syoliha kini sedang bercuti di kampung halamannya, di Jawa Tengah, Indonesia (iklan: untuk kiriman salam buat Bik Syoliha sempena bulan Romadhon ini, sila dial 1-800-44-tekan-tekan-tak-dapat)<-- argh lame!
Jadi, saya akan mengambil alih tanggungjawab berat untuk terangkan ini pada anda semua. Harap bertenang.
Baiklah, berbalik pada hujah kompleks tadi. Bila seseorang itu lain dari yang lain, dia unik. Bila semua orang unik, mereka adalah normal.
Kosa kata:
Different = unique
Unique = different
Ekuisinya (equation) di sini adalah:
1 person being different = unique
10 people being unique = trend
1 billion people being unique = normal
Sementelahan itu, ada juga populasi yang merasakan mereka makhluk unik, namun tidak dipersetujui masyarakat sejagat. Kumpulan ini digelar dengan nama saintifik, Wannabes. Namun tidak salah untuk mencuba.
Rentetan itu, nasihat saya pada anda di luar sana yang ingin menjadi unik, hanyalah satu: jadilah normal. Kerana normal itu unik di era pembangunan kini yang dipenuhi dengan manusia "unik".
Sekian, semoga berjumpa lagi di hari dan waktu yang sama. Salam 1Malaysia.
Darsa-warsa ini, terlalu ramai orang yang ingin menjadi seorang yang unik, dan berbeda antara satu dengan lain. Mengapa? Kerana ini adalah perlu.
Malah, 'perlu' itu adalah satu understatement; kata yang lebih tepat adalah wajib. Imperative. Compulsory. Salient.
Lantas, apa akan terjadi tatkala setiap orang di muka bumi ini menjadi unik? Jawapannya, semua orang akan jadi normal. Anda ikut? ("Are you following?")
Huh? Apa ni? Cakap berbelit ar! Panggil Bik Syoliha lah, dia pandai sikit explain benda-benda falsafah ni!
Maaf para hadirin, bawa bertenang. Bik Syoliha kini sedang bercuti di kampung halamannya, di Jawa Tengah, Indonesia (iklan: untuk kiriman salam buat Bik Syoliha sempena bulan Romadhon ini, sila dial 1-800-44-tekan-tekan-tak-dapat)<-- argh lame!
Jadi, saya akan mengambil alih tanggungjawab berat untuk terangkan ini pada anda semua. Harap bertenang.
Baiklah, berbalik pada hujah kompleks tadi. Bila seseorang itu lain dari yang lain, dia unik. Bila semua orang unik, mereka adalah normal.
Kosa kata:
Different = unique
Unique = different
Ekuisinya (equation) di sini adalah:
1 person being different = unique
10 people being unique = trend
1 billion people being unique = normal
Sementelahan itu, ada juga populasi yang merasakan mereka makhluk unik, namun tidak dipersetujui masyarakat sejagat. Kumpulan ini digelar dengan nama saintifik, Wannabes. Namun tidak salah untuk mencuba.
Rentetan itu, nasihat saya pada anda di luar sana yang ingin menjadi unik, hanyalah satu: jadilah normal. Kerana normal itu unik di era pembangunan kini yang dipenuhi dengan manusia "unik".
Sekian, semoga berjumpa lagi di hari dan waktu yang sama. Salam 1Malaysia.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Blessed with a curse
Blessed with a curse by Bring Me the Horizon
Recognize this song? Hehe. A small dice of my heart has long been sacrificed to hardcore metal/screamo. Such a sweet face, that Oliver boy, can't believe he peed on a fan before. Pfft, rockstars and their antics.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Ex Beach Wedding Virgin
I was pretty happy for I spent half of the weekdays last week in a private beach in Langkawi - I couldn't ask for a better timing.
Firstly, they readily make a beautiful couple. Hence, their wedding looked extra beautiful - when especially armed with an army of people who made it the event that it was.
I pride myself with one tiny thing: I suggested them the videographer for the wedding. They already had photographers (from Kidchan), and were still looking for videographers to capture moments in motion - only logical especially with couples that boast amazing personalities. Their style, is very avant-garde with pastel shadowings and very fairytale like. Often times, their layout is like a plot - from the beginning of the wedding day, to the end, capturing moments instead of just "things" or "people".
So I showed Aina this blog that I've been stalking since last year - Kudegraphy (especially when I'm in need to get sappy - don't ask me why) and at first Tats was a bit reluctant to "act" for a video. But finally, they opted for it.
They also shot videos and stills for the beach wedding - only make sense as their style is very wistful and matches the "beach" theme and also coz I guess Aina thought they did a pretty good job with the pre-wed video.
I met the Kudegraphy team (Ili, Kude & friend) during the wedding - in fact, we took the same flights to and fro (I was starstruck!) and told them I'm booking them for my wedding! So one thing checked off the list. Now, for the groom...
Anyways, just to share; recently (April), they explored with fashion video on Natasha Hudson and I thought it's really awesome I shared it with my sister. We watched it over and over again! Can't get enough!
And these guys are versatile and professional; they would sneak behind you or hide in the bushes to get natural and perceptive shots without you even noticing. This is a plus point for me, as I really dislike photographers at events who literally place their hugeass lenses in your face and snap away whilst making hustles and giving all sorts of comments and instructions (i.e. "adik muka tunduk sikit, tapi pandang kiri then kepala condong ke kanan sikit je.." -- are you kidding me?!), and then murder people with their hugeass camera bags smashing away in the process.
They only take few commissions per year, just to give more focus and undivided attention to the event/wedding - I guess inclusive of the post-editing etc. (I dated a photographer once and my mom used to be a photographer too, so trust me on this, it will take as long as it will take) So if you want to book them, find them earlier, like maybe a year before! Hah kidding (but seriously).
I'm going to stop pulling their plug here, so just head on to their website for more info or just to daydream and get inspiration for your own wedding and stuff. When I have the time I will share some interesting bits about the entire wedding.
Meantime, take care guys.
p/s: can't believe Amy Winehouse just passed. She was just 27. Long live great musicians.
As I will tell you, timing is only the beginning of it all - the entire course of the wedding (four separate ceremonies altogether) was spectacular. I can take credit for my parents as they helped out with the planning of the wedding. One of the four ceremonies was their beach wedding. I've never been to a beach wedding before, so this was my first! I'm no longer a beach wedding virgin!
The wedding was of Aina Elias and Tatsuro Miller. Here is a pre-wedding video of the couple:
Firstly, they readily make a beautiful couple. Hence, their wedding looked extra beautiful - when especially armed with an army of people who made it the event that it was.
I pride myself with one tiny thing: I suggested them the videographer for the wedding. They already had photographers (from Kidchan), and were still looking for videographers to capture moments in motion - only logical especially with couples that boast amazing personalities. Their style, is very avant-garde with pastel shadowings and very fairytale like. Often times, their layout is like a plot - from the beginning of the wedding day, to the end, capturing moments instead of just "things" or "people".
So I showed Aina this blog that I've been stalking since last year - Kudegraphy (especially when I'm in need to get sappy - don't ask me why) and at first Tats was a bit reluctant to "act" for a video. But finally, they opted for it.
They also shot videos and stills for the beach wedding - only make sense as their style is very wistful and matches the "beach" theme and also coz I guess Aina thought they did a pretty good job with the pre-wed video.
I met the Kudegraphy team (Ili, Kude & friend) during the wedding - in fact, we took the same flights to and fro (I was starstruck!) and told them I'm booking them for my wedding! So one thing checked off the list. Now, for the groom...
Anyways, just to share; recently (April), they explored with fashion video on Natasha Hudson and I thought it's really awesome I shared it with my sister. We watched it over and over again! Can't get enough!
And these guys are versatile and professional; they would sneak behind you or hide in the bushes to get natural and perceptive shots without you even noticing. This is a plus point for me, as I really dislike photographers at events who literally place their hugeass lenses in your face and snap away whilst making hustles and giving all sorts of comments and instructions (i.e. "adik muka tunduk sikit, tapi pandang kiri then kepala condong ke kanan sikit je.." -- are you kidding me?!), and then murder people with their hugeass camera bags smashing away in the process.
They only take few commissions per year, just to give more focus and undivided attention to the event/wedding - I guess inclusive of the post-editing etc. (I dated a photographer once and my mom used to be a photographer too, so trust me on this, it will take as long as it will take) So if you want to book them, find them earlier, like maybe a year before! Hah kidding (but seriously).
I'm going to stop pulling their plug here, so just head on to their website for more info or just to daydream and get inspiration for your own wedding and stuff. When I have the time I will share some interesting bits about the entire wedding.
Meantime, take care guys.
p/s: can't believe Amy Winehouse just passed. She was just 27. Long live great musicians.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
For Future Reference
Hello Izza,
I hope one day you will scour through this blog again and read this post.
I am proud of you today. You have overcome one fear; a very old fear, and although it may look trivial to others but I understood how huge this is to you.
That's why I think (and I know) that you deserve the best. Because you have believed in yourself for once.
That was no easy feat - in fact, I thought you would have chickened out as you will always do when it comes to this, but no. You swallowed all that nerves and put on a pleasant front.
Better days are yet to come, and when the day comes, do not chicken out or think that it is a scheme - coz most of the time, good things are genuinely just good things. Do not presume otherwise until proven to be so.
Again, I am proud of you.
I hope one day you will scour through this blog again and read this post.
I am proud of you today. You have overcome one fear; a very old fear, and although it may look trivial to others but I understood how huge this is to you.
That's why I think (and I know) that you deserve the best. Because you have believed in yourself for once.
That was no easy feat - in fact, I thought you would have chickened out as you will always do when it comes to this, but no. You swallowed all that nerves and put on a pleasant front.
Better days are yet to come, and when the day comes, do not chicken out or think that it is a scheme - coz most of the time, good things are genuinely just good things. Do not presume otherwise until proven to be so.
Again, I am proud of you.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Nothing Glorious
Nothing Glorious by Musée Mécanique
Had a chat with my colleague about love (yea, we are paid to figure out what love is lol) and this really wise person told me:
"..really, love comes in many forms; and often times you are too oblivious to it because you think it will come in an extravagant form - fireworks, sparks, confetti, all that shit - but really, sometimes it comes as something you see everyday..maybe in the form of a person you already knew.."
How can a person my age be so smart? Haha. Well, it's probably coz I'm nowhere close to being affluent at this. And oblivious too.
So love can be something ordinary, something common. It can be nothing glorious.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Who was I in the past life?
My sister showed me this website: Past Life Analysis (click to go) and it will diagnose you to who you were in the past life.
So, who was I? A jeweller or a watch-maker apparently. Sounds good.
Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Portugal around the year 400. Your profession was that of a jeweler or watch-maker.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Inquisitive, inventive, you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books. Talent for drama, natural born actor.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
The world is full of ill and lonely people. You should help those, who are less fortunate than you are.
Do you remember now?
So, who was I? A jeweller or a watch-maker apparently. Sounds good.
Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Portugal around the year 400. Your profession was that of a jeweler or watch-maker.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Inquisitive, inventive, you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books. Talent for drama, natural born actor.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
The world is full of ill and lonely people. You should help those, who are less fortunate than you are.
Do you remember now?
So find out yours now!! *Excited*
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
#bersih
There are two types of people in this world:
1. Those who conform
2. Those who conform blindly
Be the first all you want, but don't be the latter.
1. Those who conform
2. Those who conform blindly
Be the first all you want, but don't be the latter.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Manusia dan Masalah
Kadang-kala rasanya macam diri ini kurang bersyukur; sentiasa menyalahkan keadaan, mencari cela dan yang negatif - sungguh ironis kerana rasanya aku seorang yang optimis.
Kebelakangan ini, aku seperti hilang kepercayaan dan sukar untuk melihat yang baik.
Bukan untuk mencari salah siapa, tetapi lebih untuk mencari penyelesaian. Mungkin juga bukan penyelesaian yang aku cari; mungkin suatu kebenaran. Ah, aku sendiri tidak pasti.
Memang, setiap manusia itu didatangi dengan masalah, cuma bezanya skala masalah tersebut. Aku tahu, Tuhan tidak akan beri umatnya masalah yang Dia rasa kita tidak boleh atasi. Tetapi adakah aku cukup tabah untuk semua ini?
Setiap kali aku rasakan masalah aku cukup besar, aku akan mengimbas nasib orang lain yang lebih teruk - bukan sebagai escapism , tetapi sebagai peringatan, bahawa aku tidak layak untuk merungut.
Baru semalam aku mendapat tahu beberapa rakanku kehilangan insan-insan yang mereka sayangi, malah, ada juga yang telah cacat anggota akibat kemalangan. Namun mereka semua mengharungi hidup seperti biasa.
Aku sebenarnya cukup bertuah, tetapi aku juga tidak lari dari masalah. Ada masanya aku merasakan diri ini sungguh jauh - dari Tuhan, dari sahabat-sahabat, dari keluarga, dari kehidupan ku sendiri. Dan cukup sukar untuk aku berpatah balik.
Rakanku pernah berkata: Kita hanya hidup tiga hari - semalam, hari ini, dan esok. Semalam sudah pergi dan tiada apa yang boleh dilakukan untuk mengubahnya. Dan hari Esok, belum pasti ada untuk kita. Apa yang pasti dan nyata adalah hari ini. Kita masih boleh lakukan yang terbaik untuk hari ini.
Aku berazam untuk menjadi versi diri aku yang terbaik hari ini.
Kebelakangan ini, aku seperti hilang kepercayaan dan sukar untuk melihat yang baik.
Bukan untuk mencari salah siapa, tetapi lebih untuk mencari penyelesaian. Mungkin juga bukan penyelesaian yang aku cari; mungkin suatu kebenaran. Ah, aku sendiri tidak pasti.
Memang, setiap manusia itu didatangi dengan masalah, cuma bezanya skala masalah tersebut. Aku tahu, Tuhan tidak akan beri umatnya masalah yang Dia rasa kita tidak boleh atasi. Tetapi adakah aku cukup tabah untuk semua ini?
Setiap kali aku rasakan masalah aku cukup besar, aku akan mengimbas nasib orang lain yang lebih teruk - bukan sebagai escapism , tetapi sebagai peringatan, bahawa aku tidak layak untuk merungut.
Baru semalam aku mendapat tahu beberapa rakanku kehilangan insan-insan yang mereka sayangi, malah, ada juga yang telah cacat anggota akibat kemalangan. Namun mereka semua mengharungi hidup seperti biasa.
Aku sebenarnya cukup bertuah, tetapi aku juga tidak lari dari masalah. Ada masanya aku merasakan diri ini sungguh jauh - dari Tuhan, dari sahabat-sahabat, dari keluarga, dari kehidupan ku sendiri. Dan cukup sukar untuk aku berpatah balik.
Rakanku pernah berkata: Kita hanya hidup tiga hari - semalam, hari ini, dan esok. Semalam sudah pergi dan tiada apa yang boleh dilakukan untuk mengubahnya. Dan hari Esok, belum pasti ada untuk kita. Apa yang pasti dan nyata adalah hari ini. Kita masih boleh lakukan yang terbaik untuk hari ini.
Aku berazam untuk menjadi versi diri aku yang terbaik hari ini.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Peribadi
Peribadi by The Azenders
A local band consisting of Sam (Bunkface), Izal (One Buck Short), Ajam (Dichi Michi), and Kudut (Robot Asmara) formed mid last year (2010) as their side project.
I have to say that their songs reflect a diluted, slightly more melancholic kind of punk, with a whisp of some electronica. This song in particular sounded like Sam's (and possibly the others too) cathartic platform of what could be his personal ocean of doubts. I like honesty in songs. This is a win, although I thought it has a rather slow build-up. And somewhere in the song, I was reminded of the Killers.
All in all, good, but I think they are still searching for that niche factor that sets them apart from the sea of aspiring bands.
p/s: I lost my glasses today, and everything seemed to go wrong. Ordering a new pair pronto!
Monday, July 04, 2011
The Wilhelm Scream
The Wilhelm Scream by James Blake
I pretty much am sure that I have a weird attachment to songs with the phrase "I don't know" in the lyrics. Like Damien Rice's Le Professor and others that I can't really recall top-of-mind. Especially if it's said repetitively. Or anything else that is said repetitively in a song - I think that's the heart of the song, the emphasis.
Anyways, I think this song is almost hypnotic. It feels like your ears are being teased with feathers. Nice.
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Mr. Mystery Man
The smell
- familiar.
Who are you?
A nobody
- just a person
who happens to be in your life.
The sight
- well, none.
Where are you?
A place
- very near.
As close as you want me to be.
The presence
- inevitable, unrepentant.
Why are you here?
A purpose
- for you.
I am the reason you live.
I make the blind see.
Friday, July 01, 2011
Life: Un-updated
Ugh pretty much what I've been lately? A soiled sock tucked under a bed and frosted with cobwebs. Lo and behold, I have been at home, STUDYING!
I know, simply bizarre. But these photos are proof I've been a good girl.
I had to take an exam (Market and Social Research Accredited Exam or something) which was supposed to mark my approx one year in the company - and it was certainly a milestone! What would be great though, is if I get a solid distinction. I'll be taking the cert and show it up my face in the mirror and tell my alter ego "You said what?! I ain't got the brain and passion anymore?! Take this!"
And life in general has been pretty rocky in every department - so taking this exam was, ironically, a form of an escape for me. Well, good and bad. Good: It took my mind off things. Bad: Well, I had to study! And like memorize things, underline keypoints bla bla bla all that ugliness.
So I was the only person who took the test, in the entire big hall. One invigilator, and one me. So there's the two of us. 10mins to 5:00 he said "Ok, we'll start at 5". I said ok and looked at him, coz there's nothing else to look at. So he got nervous for being the centre of the attention and declared "OK, maybe you can just start now". I got 10mins extra - hey, that's a huge thing ok!
So I came home from the exam, had some dinner before, and log on to Facebook. One new Friend Request. Hmm.. who could it be? So I checked, and voila! The guy who was my invigilator added me on Facebook!! OMG! WTH! (No offense dude, if you like stalked me and like found my blog). Where is his professionalism?! Seriously.
I've also grown into a monster if you see me up close. Since I haven't relied on home food for quite a while now (since that fight with mom. Bad bad girl!), the rempit guy from McDelivery has been my bestfriend. I've been feeding myself junk and it's taking its toll on me. I am fugly. Plus, my room is a mess. I eat, sleep, study, socialize within the vicinity of the four walls of my room. I don't even jog at night anymore - the only exercise I do is breeze-walking from my room to the toilet (around 6-7 steps). YUCK IZZA!
Nothing's going great, really. It's all been downhill. But wait a sec - that call; that fateful call I received just this week. Yep, that's one happy thing. But I can't share with you just yet. Hehe. Will see how it goes!
p/s: I'd like to see Prema Yin make it big in Hollywood and screw the world over. Hah!
I know, simply bizarre. But these photos are proof I've been a good girl.
Really, the colored pens and highlighters aren't necessary. They served more for the aesthetics rather than being functional. But they did keep my left brain on its toes. (I realized my bed is so orange! Must change color scheme!)
I had to take an exam (Market and Social Research Accredited Exam or something) which was supposed to mark my approx one year in the company - and it was certainly a milestone! What would be great though, is if I get a solid distinction. I'll be taking the cert and show it up my face in the mirror and tell my alter ego "You said what?! I ain't got the brain and passion anymore?! Take this!"
Yes, that's me. Earning my 45min nap after every half an hour interval of studying. More rest than study. Severe ADD when it comes to studying.
And life in general has been pretty rocky in every department - so taking this exam was, ironically, a form of an escape for me. Well, good and bad. Good: It took my mind off things. Bad: Well, I had to study! And like memorize things, underline keypoints bla bla bla all that ugliness.
So I was the only person who took the test, in the entire big hall. One invigilator, and one me. So there's the two of us. 10mins to 5:00 he said "Ok, we'll start at 5". I said ok and looked at him, coz there's nothing else to look at. So he got nervous for being the centre of the attention and declared "OK, maybe you can just start now". I got 10mins extra - hey, that's a huge thing ok!
So I came home from the exam, had some dinner before, and log on to Facebook. One new Friend Request. Hmm.. who could it be? So I checked, and voila! The guy who was my invigilator added me on Facebook!! OMG! WTH! (No offense dude, if you like stalked me and like found my blog). Where is his professionalism?! Seriously.
I've also grown into a monster if you see me up close. Since I haven't relied on home food for quite a while now (since that fight with mom. Bad bad girl!), the rempit guy from McDelivery has been my bestfriend. I've been feeding myself junk and it's taking its toll on me. I am fugly. Plus, my room is a mess. I eat, sleep, study, socialize within the vicinity of the four walls of my room. I don't even jog at night anymore - the only exercise I do is breeze-walking from my room to the toilet (around 6-7 steps). YUCK IZZA!
Nothing's going great, really. It's all been downhill. But wait a sec - that call; that fateful call I received just this week. Yep, that's one happy thing. But I can't share with you just yet. Hehe. Will see how it goes!
p/s: I'd like to see Prema Yin make it big in Hollywood and screw the world over. Hah!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Apparatus
Let the balloons go
I've had someone say
But chase the chase of a dream
And just before you grasp
the entirety of it
in your hands,
record the wind underneath
keep the feeling in your hand
and then pull it by the string.
Let it float free
but tug at it when need be.
I've had someone say
But chase the chase of a dream
And just before you grasp
the entirety of it
in your hands,
record the wind underneath
keep the feeling in your hand
and then pull it by the string.
Let it float free
but tug at it when need be.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Who let the dogs out? Teachers.
I saw some photos that my friend from high school uploaded on Facebook. Normally, I would just scroll down the news feed really fast like a finger on a treadmill and ignore stuff that aren't a) related to me b) appeal to me c) involve Malaysian politics (ok I lied. I actually like stupid, unnecessary drama).
So anyways, I saw this album that he uploaded and I clicked on it. It was of a friend's wedding that I was supposed to go, but couldn't at the last minute. And there they were, my schoolmates - those whom I was always in a fight with, those whom I've pranked and have pranked me, and those who have taught me the meaning of friendship (or how to differentiate real friends and FFBs)
They all looked so.. civilised. So grown up. The bizarreness of it went to a whole new level when I felt a smile actually growing on my face. And a tiny little tear peeped through the corner of my eye.
I missed those carefree/careless days, in school. Days when all adults can do to you if you're being naughty is to shout at you, cane you, humiliate you publicly or throw a *insert item* at you. But never could they make you feel small despite your size, because at that moment in your life, kids rule.
However miniature or geeky you are, you are bound to have at least one friend who share the same interest as you. All the better if you can actually influence other kids to be your 'followers' or minions, to break into the science lab in the middle of the night, or not go to class and hide behind the frail and pathetic bushes at the risk of getting busted by teachers whom you hated for knowing what's best for you and etc.
These friends you have in school are the ones who grow up with you. Who've seen you pre and during puberty. Who've shared tips on how to cheat in a test, who've helped you go through a 'surgery' to bust a zit on your nose, who've covered for you when you didn't do your homework.
These are the people who you've cried together with over a lost of RM50 (this is big bucks those days)coz you don't recall where you put it, whom you've ganged up with to go against the boys, or the teachers/authorities/government/world/universe, who had accompanied you to leave lyrics to Greenday songs under the desk of a boy you have a crush on, in the hopes that he would actually 'read between the lines' and know how you feel about him. And these are the people who, on prom night, stood with you on the stage to sing 'Where Have All the Boot Boys
Gone' by ACAB.
I can't say I was a good kid throughout my schooling days (who is anyway right? Well, no offence to those who really were good kids) but it was all definitely worth it when you do all the wrong things with the right people.
I miss my school friends, and school itself (the academic aspects weren't that bad either. You actually like, learned, like..stuff). I'm so proud to see them all grown up - some looked the same but have grown some facial hair (quite an upgrade). Most of them looked different, but still with the same glimmer of mischief in their eyes.
I hope someone from my school will get married soon, so that I have a reason to meet up with them - I mean some normal lame ass reunion is sooooo uncool, and I wouldn't want to ruin my rep in front of these punks who'd pranked me! Haha.
I love RM1 mee goreng, nasi lemak, and mihun goreng. RM1 canteen food FTW!
I'd give anything to go back to school - minus homeworks, exams, the school uniform, assembly, teachers, BCG, rubella, kawad kaki, and kelas tambahan on weekends. Other than that, I LOVE SCHOOL!
So anyways, I saw this album that he uploaded and I clicked on it. It was of a friend's wedding that I was supposed to go, but couldn't at the last minute. And there they were, my schoolmates - those whom I was always in a fight with, those whom I've pranked and have pranked me, and those who have taught me the meaning of friendship (or how to differentiate real friends and FFBs)
They all looked so.. civilised. So grown up. The bizarreness of it went to a whole new level when I felt a smile actually growing on my face. And a tiny little tear peeped through the corner of my eye.
I missed those carefree/careless days, in school. Days when all adults can do to you if you're being naughty is to shout at you, cane you, humiliate you publicly or throw a *insert item* at you. But never could they make you feel small despite your size, because at that moment in your life, kids rule.
However miniature or geeky you are, you are bound to have at least one friend who share the same interest as you. All the better if you can actually influence other kids to be your 'followers' or minions, to break into the science lab in the middle of the night, or not go to class and hide behind the frail and pathetic bushes at the risk of getting busted by teachers whom you hated for knowing what's best for you and etc.
These friends you have in school are the ones who grow up with you. Who've seen you pre and during puberty. Who've shared tips on how to cheat in a test, who've helped you go through a 'surgery' to bust a zit on your nose, who've covered for you when you didn't do your homework.
These are the people who you've cried together with over a lost of RM50 (this is big bucks those days)coz you don't recall where you put it, whom you've ganged up with to go against the boys, or the teachers/authorities/government/world/universe, who had accompanied you to leave lyrics to Greenday songs under the desk of a boy you have a crush on, in the hopes that he would actually 'read between the lines' and know how you feel about him. And these are the people who, on prom night, stood with you on the stage to sing 'Where Have All the Boot Boys
Gone' by ACAB.
I can't say I was a good kid throughout my schooling days (who is anyway right? Well, no offence to those who really were good kids) but it was all definitely worth it when you do all the wrong things with the right people.
I miss my school friends, and school itself (the academic aspects weren't that bad either. You actually like, learned, like..stuff). I'm so proud to see them all grown up - some looked the same but have grown some facial hair (quite an upgrade). Most of them looked different, but still with the same glimmer of mischief in their eyes.
I hope someone from my school will get married soon, so that I have a reason to meet up with them - I mean some normal lame ass reunion is sooooo uncool, and I wouldn't want to ruin my rep in front of these punks who'd pranked me! Haha.
I love RM1 mee goreng, nasi lemak, and mihun goreng. RM1 canteen food FTW!
I'd give anything to go back to school - minus homeworks, exams, the school uniform, assembly, teachers, BCG, rubella, kawad kaki, and kelas tambahan on weekends. Other than that, I LOVE SCHOOL!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
i am not
a legend
a role model
a whiz
a maestro
a beauty
a match
a good daughter
your expectations
bucketful of sunshines all the time
like every bit of your dream
perfect
somebody or
a person with potential to be somebody
a person who knows you anymore
coming back to where we were.
a role model
a whiz
a maestro
a beauty
a match
a good daughter
your expectations
bucketful of sunshines all the time
like every bit of your dream
perfect
somebody or
a person with potential to be somebody
a person who knows you anymore
coming back to where we were.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Mr. Tambourine Man
Happy 70th this year to Dylan.
"I was so much older then.."
- Robert Allen "Bob Dylan" Zimmerman, UNCUT Magazine: Dylan 70th Birthday Special
I owned a copy. YEAY!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
i miss Atok
Went to visit my Atok - she just came back from the hospital past few days. She had a smile on her face when she saw me. She thought I was still mad (about a particular incident) and went MIA because of merajuk.
I said no, when in fact it was because of that, but I didn't want her to feel sad or like create drama, so I denied it.
I secretly weeped looking at Atok - she is no longer as strong as she used to be; no longer bubbly and talkative the way she was as I remembered her to be.
I miss her so very badly. She was telling me about how the doctors poked her fingers and hands to put in the drippers and complained about how bad the hospital food was. She said she remembered my grandpa, and missed him everyday at the hospital. Grandpa passed away in 1991. She said if Grandpa was still alive, he wouldn't let her go to the hospital; he would take care of her at home.
I miss my Atok, I wish I can stay with her everyday. But she's so far away in Johor. She's always alone at home and all of us are here in KL.
I hope my mom will never have to go through that when she's old. I will take care of my parents the best I could.
I said no, when in fact it was because of that, but I didn't want her to feel sad or like create drama, so I denied it.
I secretly weeped looking at Atok - she is no longer as strong as she used to be; no longer bubbly and talkative the way she was as I remembered her to be.
I miss her so very badly. She was telling me about how the doctors poked her fingers and hands to put in the drippers and complained about how bad the hospital food was. She said she remembered my grandpa, and missed him everyday at the hospital. Grandpa passed away in 1991. She said if Grandpa was still alive, he wouldn't let her go to the hospital; he would take care of her at home.
I miss my Atok, I wish I can stay with her everyday. But she's so far away in Johor. She's always alone at home and all of us are here in KL.
I hope my mom will never have to go through that when she's old. I will take care of my parents the best I could.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Diary of an Angry Kid
Well hello there mofakazz, I have decided to be rude today.
Yes, don't thank me, thank the stupid *insert particular race here* motorcyclist who knocked my car window because he thought I was in the wrong lane (like hello?! I'm a freaking awesome driver, I wouldn't be caught dead in the wrong lane evahh!), when actually HE was in the wrong one. Some very high self-confidence right there mister!
And he was like "(curse word) (curse word) (curse word) (more curse words) tak nampak jalan ke?!?!"
Errr kalau aku buta aku tak layak dapat license!
Biyatch. Well, thankfully nothing happened to my car, just some high-valued damage to my ego and patience.
Anyways, just got a call from the office (I just hate calls from the office when I'm home), and I'm supposed to go to the office, when I am already, like right this moment, in the comfort of my bed.
What is this world I'm in?!?!
Ughhhhhhh Lord grant me patience, grant me will power. Patience, and will power. Please! Or I might kill someone!!!
Yes, don't thank me, thank the stupid *insert particular race here* motorcyclist who knocked my car window because he thought I was in the wrong lane (like hello?! I'm a freaking awesome driver, I wouldn't be caught dead in the wrong lane evahh!), when actually HE was in the wrong one. Some very high self-confidence right there mister!
And he was like "(curse word) (curse word) (curse word) (more curse words) tak nampak jalan ke?!?!"
Errr kalau aku buta aku tak layak dapat license!
Biyatch. Well, thankfully nothing happened to my car, just some high-valued damage to my ego and patience.
Anyways, just got a call from the office (I just hate calls from the office when I'm home), and I'm supposed to go to the office, when I am already, like right this moment, in the comfort of my bed.
What is this world I'm in?!?!
Ughhhhhhh Lord grant me patience, grant me will power. Patience, and will power. Please! Or I might kill someone!!!
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Sang Pemimpi
I was reading a blog - a good one at that - and read his latest post. Bellissima.
From his blogpost (an excerpt from a book, Sang Pemimpi):
~Sang Pemimpi~
How true. Dreams keep us alive.
Read the rest of his post here.
From his blogpost (an excerpt from a book, Sang Pemimpi):
"biar kau tahu, Kal, orang seperti kita tak punya apa-apa kecuali semangat dan mimpi-mimpi, dan kita akan bertempur habis-habisan demi mimpi itu!!". "Tanpa mimpi, orang seperti kita akan mati..."
How true. Dreams keep us alive.
Read the rest of his post here.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
a glimpse
When you count the days
o went you count the days,
were you thinking of me?
o were you, were you?
o went you count the days,
were you thinking of me?
o were you, were you?
Thursday, May 26, 2011
the Weepies
Be My Thrill by The Weepies
My flavor-of-the-month. Can't get enough of them! Catchy tunes and great avant-garde music videos. Most importantly, speaks of the truth, frank and inspirational without being too in-the-face.
Getting all of their 4 albums.
Long live indiefolk!
p/s: you might have heard them in Grey's Anatomy, How I Met Your Mother, Gossip Girl, and the recently released (err last year?) Morning Glory starring Rachel McAdams.
Monday, May 23, 2011
how can people tell?
To be honest, I don't think there is anybody in this world who are very sure of who they are. They might have some idea of what kind of people they are - but in truth, they too will find that over time they will surprise themselves.
What shocks the hell out of me, is when I myself is unsure of who I am, but somebody else are able to read me like a book. WTH moment right there.
And I don't mean it the bad way, but rather in an amusing, kind of "really??" way.
Especially when it comes to music (oh, not again. yes, apparently it consumes me and you lot more than we think it does). Often times, I find myself in an entire disbelief when someone says:
"I think you'll like this song. Try and give a listen.."
And you give a listen. And yeah! You do like the song! In fact, it is very 'you'!
Then you go: "Damnnnn.. how'd you know?"
And they will say: "I don't know..it's just you"
How? How? How in the world do you know if this song is me or you or him or her. How?
And then they will be right for the next hundred songs.
And then you will try to figure out what kinds of music that person might like, and you give a shot.
In my case, mostly when I suggest, they go:
"Hmm..yeah, not bad. Not really my type though.."
-___-"
But in unexpected circumstances, sometimes, I listen to a song, and that song automatically remind me of someone.
And I'll give an immediate call or whatever and let that person know that that particular song reminds me of them.
And they'll go: "Really!? Aww..ok I'll give a listen"
And they give a listen. And yes, they like it. In fact, it is so them, that it practically sums who they are up in just that one song. Hahaha exaggeration alert.
"This song is sooooo me!!! Thanks so much!!"
So yes, I guess it's either we get that 'moment' right when it just comes to us or it's a case of hits and misses. I'm not as 'talented' as some people who always nail it and just like rock our worlds with all the songs they suggest that are so you/ us.
I aspire to be that person. Because music can cure all pain (well, mostly), and if I can cure people's pain, it'll be the coolest thing in the universe to be doing.
Because someone just did to me.
What shocks the hell out of me, is when I myself is unsure of who I am, but somebody else are able to read me like a book. WTH moment right there.
And I don't mean it the bad way, but rather in an amusing, kind of "really??" way.
Especially when it comes to music (oh, not again. yes, apparently it consumes me and you lot more than we think it does). Often times, I find myself in an entire disbelief when someone says:
"I think you'll like this song. Try and give a listen.."
And you give a listen. And yeah! You do like the song! In fact, it is very 'you'!
Then you go: "Damnnnn.. how'd you know?"
And they will say: "I don't know..it's just you"
How? How? How in the world do you know if this song is me or you or him or her. How?
And then they will be right for the next hundred songs.
And then you will try to figure out what kinds of music that person might like, and you give a shot.
In my case, mostly when I suggest, they go:
"Hmm..yeah, not bad. Not really my type though.."
-___-"
But in unexpected circumstances, sometimes, I listen to a song, and that song automatically remind me of someone.
And I'll give an immediate call or whatever and let that person know that that particular song reminds me of them.
And they'll go: "Really!? Aww..ok I'll give a listen"
And they give a listen. And yes, they like it. In fact, it is so them, that it practically sums who they are up in just that one song. Hahaha exaggeration alert.
"This song is sooooo me!!! Thanks so much!!"
So yes, I guess it's either we get that 'moment' right when it just comes to us or it's a case of hits and misses. I'm not as 'talented' as some people who always nail it and just like rock our worlds with all the songs they suggest that are so you/ us.
I aspire to be that person. Because music can cure all pain (well, mostly), and if I can cure people's pain, it'll be the coolest thing in the universe to be doing.
Because someone just did to me.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
HELP. SOS. FOOD EMERGENCY.
I am having severe cravings for strawberry milkshake and donuts with twinkles on top. And dark chocolate tarts with crushed strawberry toppings.
Aaargghh!!
I was passing by Jalan Ampang on Friday, and recalled a diner that used to be there which my parents and I frequent every Saturday night - when I was about 7 years old. It was called Grandy's and it has the most awesomistic (awesome+fantastic) strawberry milkshake in the entire universe.
This is only half as good as Grandy's!
They have whip cream on top, and my less sane side of the brain said they also have chocolate sprinkles on top of the whip cream; but I don't know for sure, coz my brain's playing tricks on me about food right now!!
Eternal love..
OMG, all things strawberry cupcake and twinkles!! Be still, o' tummy!
To make matters worst, I switched on the TV and there was this program, DC Cupcakes and they make all sorts of cupcakes! TORTURE. Thank god Cake Boss wasn't on, or I'll probably be dead by now due to heavy salivating hence lack of body liquid.
Please promise me you'll be mine very soon. How my tastebuds long for your silky sweet caress..
And then in order to offer my craving some pathetic negotiation, I googled photos of food, specifically on food blogs and tumblr - coz their photos are the best.
WRONG MOVE. I craved even more!
Now I'm pulling my hair, because it's in the middle of the night - all bakery/cake shops/restaurants are closed. Damn!
I know I am impatient, but I hope I survive just a few hours more - more like half a day! I'll have to sleep first for 7 hours, wake up, wait for shop to open, then walla! omg, long wait... tonight will definitely be lonely.. I can't take this..
Guys, in case something happens to me, just let my parents know that the memories in Grandy's are the best memories and I will engrave them in my heart. Taking that first sip of strawberry milkshake was the best decision I have ever made. Goodbye cupcakes and tarts of the world - I shall see you in Paradise.
Nigella Lawson, Anna Olsen.. help :'(
Aaargghh!!
I was passing by Jalan Ampang on Friday, and recalled a diner that used to be there which my parents and I frequent every Saturday night - when I was about 7 years old. It was called Grandy's and it has the most awesomistic (awesome+fantastic) strawberry milkshake in the entire universe.
This is only half as good as Grandy's!
They have whip cream on top, and my less sane side of the brain said they also have chocolate sprinkles on top of the whip cream; but I don't know for sure, coz my brain's playing tricks on me about food right now!!
Eternal love..
OMG, all things strawberry cupcake and twinkles!! Be still, o' tummy!
To make matters worst, I switched on the TV and there was this program, DC Cupcakes and they make all sorts of cupcakes! TORTURE. Thank god Cake Boss wasn't on, or I'll probably be dead by now due to heavy salivating hence lack of body liquid.
Please promise me you'll be mine very soon. How my tastebuds long for your silky sweet caress..
And then in order to offer my craving some pathetic negotiation, I googled photos of food, specifically on food blogs and tumblr - coz their photos are the best.
WRONG MOVE. I craved even more!
Now I'm pulling my hair, because it's in the middle of the night - all bakery/cake shops/restaurants are closed. Damn!
I know I am impatient, but I hope I survive just a few hours more - more like half a day! I'll have to sleep first for 7 hours, wake up, wait for shop to open, then walla! omg, long wait... tonight will definitely be lonely.. I can't take this..
Guys, in case something happens to me, just let my parents know that the memories in Grandy's are the best memories and I will engrave them in my heart. Taking that first sip of strawberry milkshake was the best decision I have ever made. Goodbye cupcakes and tarts of the world - I shall see you in Paradise.
Nigella Lawson, Anna Olsen.. help :'(
Friday, May 20, 2011
everyone gets a star
Everyone Gets A Star by Albert Hammond Jr.
"these guys, have all got problems.."
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
cult!
As long as you don't confuse this with HIM's version, you're in the right mob. But they're both great in their own ways anyway. So, depends.
"Romeo and Juliet, are together in eternity"
Well what can I say.. It was a long and hard battle fought. And in the end, we were just too tired to continue on. I just wish I could be less bitter though.
p/s: This song actually reminds me of the theme song for the J-Dorama titled "God Give Me More Time" starring the famous Takeshi Kaneshiro. Especially HIM's version.
(Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
"Romeo and Juliet, are together in eternity"
Well what can I say.. It was a long and hard battle fought. And in the end, we were just too tired to continue on. I just wish I could be less bitter though.
p/s: This song actually reminds me of the theme song for the J-Dorama titled "God Give Me More Time" starring the famous Takeshi Kaneshiro. Especially HIM's version.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
no exception
It was a damp night - the rain has just stopped falling and my feet shuffled, one after the other. And I was missioned to get home and retire in the comfort of my bed.
As I was walking, a soft cry broke the still corridor - it was a girl, in her 20s.
I asked her why she's crying. "I'm heartbroken", she managed.
Like how I would expect another person to tell me things are going to be fine, I told her the same thing.
"No", she said. "It won't"
And how would you know that, I challenged her.
"You don't understand".
I told her that every one will get their hearts broken at some point, and asked her to take a breather.
She cried even harder than before; like she just heard the worst thing.
Guilt simmered through my veins at that, and I offered her my arms - to hold on to.
"It's the fact that I let him broke my heart. Twice. I let him".
You feel like you broke your own heart, I murmured.
"Yes, that's right".
It happened to me too. I felt the same way.
"Really?", she sniffled.
Yes.
And at this point, the wind shifted us a little and I was moved.
You know what, sometimes I don't get it either. I don't get how it happens. How you think you are all aware of it, but you just can't control it. And by the time you try to stop it, it's already too late.
There was silence; thoughts and emotions were floating in the air freely.
She suddenly stopped crying and said
"You're broken too".
And the night closed with a curtain of mist.
"No", she said. "It won't"
And how would you know that, I challenged her.
"You don't understand".
I told her that every one will get their hearts broken at some point, and asked her to take a breather.
She cried even harder than before; like she just heard the worst thing.
Guilt simmered through my veins at that, and I offered her my arms - to hold on to.
"It's the fact that I let him broke my heart. Twice. I let him".
You feel like you broke your own heart, I murmured.
"Yes, that's right".
It happened to me too. I felt the same way.
"Really?", she sniffled.
Yes.
And at this point, the wind shifted us a little and I was moved.
You know what, sometimes I don't get it either. I don't get how it happens. How you think you are all aware of it, but you just can't control it. And by the time you try to stop it, it's already too late.
There was silence; thoughts and emotions were floating in the air freely.
She suddenly stopped crying and said
"You're broken too".
And the night closed with a curtain of mist.
Monday, May 09, 2011
Queen of Small Talks
Hi there
How are you
Where're you from
Yes I'm from here
No it's not my first time
Really
When
Haha no you don't look familiar to me
Maybe it's the beer
Oh it's juice
You're funny
I think she's great
She used to be in a band
Yes quite a weird wavering voice he has
I doubt he knows chinese
Oh what dialect is that
Wow you're great
Really
You know some
Like what
Haha
Cows eat grass
That's random
Who taught you that
Are you sure it's not a comic
What else
Oh haha hi
Ya nama saya Izza
(for Dominic from Austria with 'a bit of a German descent')
How are you
Where're you from
Yes I'm from here
No it's not my first time
Really
When
Haha no you don't look familiar to me
Maybe it's the beer
Oh it's juice
You're funny
I think she's great
She used to be in a band
Yes quite a weird wavering voice he has
I doubt he knows chinese
Oh what dialect is that
Wow you're great
Really
You know some
Like what
Haha
Cows eat grass
That's random
Who taught you that
Are you sure it's not a comic
What else
Oh haha hi
Ya nama saya Izza
(for Dominic from Austria with 'a bit of a German descent')
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Adele 21
Someone Like You by ADELE
"There's nothing quite like the feeling when you're listening to a song, written by someone you don't know, whom you've never met, who somehow manages to describe exactly how you felt, at a particular moment in your life.
If you've ever had a broken heart, you're about to remember it now"
If you've ever had a broken heart, you're about to remember it now"
- introduction of Adele at the Brit Awards 2011
I downloaded her latest album, 21, last month, and thought it was brilliant - that she deserves my full support.
So as impulsive as I am, I bought her album. Yep. I did it right this time, and legally too.
I do buy originals when I feel like the artiste/band deserves it - like Greenday, BSB (lol), One Buck Short etc.
I definitely did the right thing. You can try and find out more about her 21 album on the net.
What I like about her:
1. She is smart - her self-branding (what I learn at work does not go to waste! lol), her archetype is suitable with the genre she is in.
2. She is sufficiently dramatic - you will believe her when she sings heartbreak songs.
3. She describes her own department - she calls her musical style as "heartbroken soul"
4. Frank lyrics - spot on, honest, and she has exactly what you are thinking captured into a song.
5. Physical attraction - unusual proportion, sexy lips and elaborated fake eyelashes which accentuates that longing gaze she has when she sings
6. Consistency - almost all her songs are about her ex/ broken relationship which she wrote from experience and yada yada. Her album covers, her album titles; everything grows and expands within the same theme. Which is hard to do when you're famous and everyone wants a say in your record and change is tempting.
7. Smart, subdued, and yet different - take some time to watch all her music videos and you'll know what I mean. She makes difficult look effortless.
Get/ download/ steal her record and let me know if you think I'm wrong.
Friday, May 06, 2011
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Skinny Love
I like repetitions in some forms.
A favorite song, for instance.
Here is a fresh version of Bon Iver's Skinny Love. I have posted the original in my blog long time ago.
A favorite song, for instance.
Here is a fresh version of Bon Iver's Skinny Love. I have posted the original in my blog long time ago.
Skinny Love by Birdy
shock the middle class
I Wanna Be a Homosexual by Screeching Weasel
I might just, if it's a choice. LOL. The lyrics are epic funny.
Monday, May 02, 2011
Sunday, May 01, 2011
kerja pembersihan
Sememangnya kalau sudah manusia itu, tentu sekali banyak melakukan sampah.
Malah, sesetengah daripada kita terus menjadi sampah; sampah masyarakat.
Tidak bolehkah kita menjadi insan yang bersih?
Boleh. Tapi sukar.
Sedangkan makan lagi diberak, apatah lagi barang dipersampah.
Apa yang dahulunya dikira baru, akan diiktiraf sampah setelah dimamah masa. Lapuk.
Bilik aku ini penuh dengan sampah. Sampah dari masa lampau. Kertas, surat, buku, resit, kotak, tali, plastik..segala-galanya.
Tapi sampah ku berharga. Semua ada nilai tersendiri.
Jadi hari semalam, bagi merai Hari Pekerja (Labor Day), aku mula melakukan kerja-kerja pembersihan.
Tidak cukup dengan barang-barangku, barang lain pun diletak di bilik ini. Maklumlah, "bilik bibik".
Aku pun mengemas, mengasingkan "Keep", "KIV", "Donate", dan "Sell".
Semuanya sama banyak.
Bapaku memberitahu tidak lama dahulu, "we are moving".
Rasanya masa untuk itu sudah pun tiba.
Anytime now.
Malah, sesetengah daripada kita terus menjadi sampah; sampah masyarakat.
Tidak bolehkah kita menjadi insan yang bersih?
Boleh. Tapi sukar.
Sedangkan makan lagi diberak, apatah lagi barang dipersampah.
Apa yang dahulunya dikira baru, akan diiktiraf sampah setelah dimamah masa. Lapuk.
Bilik aku ini penuh dengan sampah. Sampah dari masa lampau. Kertas, surat, buku, resit, kotak, tali, plastik..segala-galanya.
Tapi sampah ku berharga. Semua ada nilai tersendiri.
Jadi hari semalam, bagi merai Hari Pekerja (Labor Day), aku mula melakukan kerja-kerja pembersihan.
Tidak cukup dengan barang-barangku, barang lain pun diletak di bilik ini. Maklumlah, "bilik bibik".
Aku pun mengemas, mengasingkan "Keep", "KIV", "Donate", dan "Sell".
Semuanya sama banyak.
Bapaku memberitahu tidak lama dahulu, "we are moving".
Rasanya masa untuk itu sudah pun tiba.
Anytime now.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Ocean
Ocean by John Butler
There are music out there that deserves a listen. And I believe that every song has a right to be heard before anyone make a decision whether it is good or not, despite of its genre and makings.
Good music can bring all sorts of emotions. For this particular guitar instrumental, I felt heroic. I have no idea why.
Check out other songs by him and the trio.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The destroyer
As a person, there are certain wisdoms, or wise words that you hold dear and swear by.
These are the philosophy that you either stumble upon, or seek for. Or sometimes blossom from your own experiences. It does not matter where they come from.
What matters most is that you believe in it and then use it.
The wisdom I cling on to like a tree bark is that 'Only you can destroy yourself'.
It's not smart and/or witty. But it's from the many things that had happened to me.
Yes, I strongly believe in the power of the individual.
It is not ego, nor is it selfish. It is simply having faith in yourself.
Sorry, I feel like such a bore today. Hehe.
These are the philosophy that you either stumble upon, or seek for. Or sometimes blossom from your own experiences. It does not matter where they come from.
What matters most is that you believe in it and then use it.
The wisdom I cling on to like a tree bark is that 'Only you can destroy yourself'.
It's not smart and/or witty. But it's from the many things that had happened to me.
Yes, I strongly believe in the power of the individual.
It is not ego, nor is it selfish. It is simply having faith in yourself.
Sorry, I feel like such a bore today. Hehe.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Dad asked..
On Monday morning, my Dad asked me in the car when he was sending me to the LRT.
Dad: How much is 53 minus 46?
Me: *tempted to take out my handphone for the calculator* hmm..seven?
Dad: Ok..
Me: Why??
Dad: Nothing..
I figured he was counting the age gap between him and my mom. Somehow I felt sad.
Do you know, I once read in a study that the average life span of a Malay male is 60years, and Chinese men 65. Malay women goes up to 70 and Chinese women goes up to 75years old.
But of course, that's just a mean score, average. You would live a shorter life, if you smoke, or eat piles of sugar everyday and get diabetes which attracts high-blood pressure and yada yada. Or live longer if you consume fresh vegetables from the backyard everyday and drink lots of river osmosis water etc.
My point is, if the average Malay male lives up to 60 years of age, and my dad is now 53 years old, I only have 7 years left with him!! (This is just theoretically speaking, I know life and death is in the hands of God)
And my Dad is not the type of person who exercises, eats healthily, get enough sleep..in short, he just doesn't really worry about sickness and..death.
But I do worry, for him. I feel like I need more time with him. Indeed, we can never get enough; especially of the things and people we love.
I miss him, even when I'm with him.
Dad: How much is 53 minus 46?
Me: *tempted to take out my handphone for the calculator* hmm..seven?
Dad: Ok..
Me: Why??
Dad: Nothing..
I figured he was counting the age gap between him and my mom. Somehow I felt sad.
Do you know, I once read in a study that the average life span of a Malay male is 60years, and Chinese men 65. Malay women goes up to 70 and Chinese women goes up to 75years old.
But of course, that's just a mean score, average. You would live a shorter life, if you smoke, or eat piles of sugar everyday and get diabetes which attracts high-blood pressure and yada yada. Or live longer if you consume fresh vegetables from the backyard everyday and drink lots of river osmosis water etc.
My point is, if the average Malay male lives up to 60 years of age, and my dad is now 53 years old, I only have 7 years left with him!! (This is just theoretically speaking, I know life and death is in the hands of God)
And my Dad is not the type of person who exercises, eats healthily, get enough sleep..in short, he just doesn't really worry about sickness and..death.
But I do worry, for him. I feel like I need more time with him. Indeed, we can never get enough; especially of the things and people we love.
I miss him, even when I'm with him.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Dad said..
My Dad said a wise guy told him that we always ask for what we want, but God only give what we need.
That actually kept me positive - for a while.
Until I came to a thought - we always ask for what we want and need, but only get what we deserve.
-.-"
Cue the cricket sound now.
That actually kept me positive - for a while.
Until I came to a thought - we always ask for what we want and need, but only get what we deserve.
-.-"
Cue the cricket sound now.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Curiosity killed only the cat
The case is fragile.
I know not what is in store.
I will let it break.
I know not what is in store.
I will let it break.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Dear A
I am feeling a huge lump of air in my liver trying to burst out.
First of all, I'd like to apologize.. For everything. I mean it - everything.
Everytime I talk to you, I feel like I'm throwing up garbage. I feel like such a liar. And even if I am, you wouldn't know it. Because you only associate me with good things.
In fact, you always feel like you don't deserve me; that I am better than you. But A, let me tell you, it is me who don't deserve you. I don't even deserve to acquaint a person such as you, let alone to hurt and to lie to.
When I pretended not to see you the other day, it is not because I don't want to talk to you, but it's because I worry I wouldn't be able to contain myself from crying.
I will cry, because I know I am not for you. Neither are you for me, even though I know you like to think otherwise. You see the glass as half full, and you have such a big heart, so you will not understand where I'm coming from.
Sometimes I wonder myself, why I am so unlucky. I was lucky enough to know you, but unlucky that I won't be able to have you.
I know, when we talk it feels like there is nothing in between us, you would get my jokes, and I would get yours. We could talk endlessly and confide in each other. As a matter of fact, I really care about you, genuinely always wanting to know that you are ok.
It humbles me to see you grow before my eyes - from a very shy person, to someone who is confident and successful. You think you have achieved nothing, but I think you should be proud of yourself.
I will never be all the other girls who would fall at your feet anytime. I will never be like all the girls that could be yours. I will only be me, and I have no intentions of changing you.
You will meet another girl, who you will fall in love with so deeply, that you will forget me. I will accept this although it saddens me to know that that girl can share her happiness with you. I will be jealous, and will probably take quite some time to let this feeling go.
You are a great person, brought up in a great family. Come to think of it, there is nothing that I don't like about you. If I must, then probably your optimism - how you always believe that things are ok, even though in reality they aren't.
Your smile, your doe eyes, the way you look at me and think I didn't notice.
For now, as a powerless human being, I can only say that if it's meant to be, it is meant to be. But lest if it's not, do know that I wish not to see you ever again, simply because the hurt will be unbearable.
Again, I am so sorry. At the risk of sounding cliche, please take comfort in knowing that at least, whatever feelings I have for you, and whatever "connection" we have had, is true.
Yours truly.
First of all, I'd like to apologize.. For everything. I mean it - everything.
Everytime I talk to you, I feel like I'm throwing up garbage. I feel like such a liar. And even if I am, you wouldn't know it. Because you only associate me with good things.
In fact, you always feel like you don't deserve me; that I am better than you. But A, let me tell you, it is me who don't deserve you. I don't even deserve to acquaint a person such as you, let alone to hurt and to lie to.
When I pretended not to see you the other day, it is not because I don't want to talk to you, but it's because I worry I wouldn't be able to contain myself from crying.
I will cry, because I know I am not for you. Neither are you for me, even though I know you like to think otherwise. You see the glass as half full, and you have such a big heart, so you will not understand where I'm coming from.
Sometimes I wonder myself, why I am so unlucky. I was lucky enough to know you, but unlucky that I won't be able to have you.
I know, when we talk it feels like there is nothing in between us, you would get my jokes, and I would get yours. We could talk endlessly and confide in each other. As a matter of fact, I really care about you, genuinely always wanting to know that you are ok.
It humbles me to see you grow before my eyes - from a very shy person, to someone who is confident and successful. You think you have achieved nothing, but I think you should be proud of yourself.
I will never be all the other girls who would fall at your feet anytime. I will never be like all the girls that could be yours. I will only be me, and I have no intentions of changing you.
You will meet another girl, who you will fall in love with so deeply, that you will forget me. I will accept this although it saddens me to know that that girl can share her happiness with you. I will be jealous, and will probably take quite some time to let this feeling go.
You are a great person, brought up in a great family. Come to think of it, there is nothing that I don't like about you. If I must, then probably your optimism - how you always believe that things are ok, even though in reality they aren't.
Your smile, your doe eyes, the way you look at me and think I didn't notice.
For now, as a powerless human being, I can only say that if it's meant to be, it is meant to be. But lest if it's not, do know that I wish not to see you ever again, simply because the hurt will be unbearable.
Again, I am so sorry. At the risk of sounding cliche, please take comfort in knowing that at least, whatever feelings I have for you, and whatever "connection" we have had, is true.
Yours truly.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Friday blues
A school friend gave me a call - it was unexpected. I was extremely glad she called, because a familiar voice was just what I needed at that time.
So we talked, about generic stuff - her sister is planning to take the course I took in uni and she had some questions.
Just as how you would feel when riding a bicycle after a long time not doing so, you just sort of ride like you never stopped doing it before. We quickly fell into the mould that we have had back then, and running jokes resurfaced, expected punchlines still surprised us, and we just kind of had a warm conversation altogether.
We then talked about the present. What each of us is currently doing. I as usual spoke of my not-too-bad job and how I am still surviving. She was happy to hear that.
And then it was her turn.
"Nothing new..", she said. I kind of can tell she was smiling when she said it.
"Oh come on, there must be something. So when are you getting married?!", I laughed.
"Err yea..actually, ermm, this coming November, if everything goes well..".
There was a pause. There shouldn't be.
"OMG. Are you for real?!?", I half shouted in the office.
"Hehe. Yes. Ey, don't tell anyone yet, you're the first person to know".
And I felt something building up in my tear duct.
That night, I was listening to the radio in the car ride home. My brother was quiet, and so was I.
And then, as if some spirits out there has been listening to me, a very dear song played on the radio.
Perfect timing.
I guess now I can just say that I shouldn't be embarrassed to admit it. I may not be the only one.
So Lonely by The Police
To sign off, here is a short poem:
Tomorrow is Saturday,
and in the office I will be, Yay.
So we talked, about generic stuff - her sister is planning to take the course I took in uni and she had some questions.
Just as how you would feel when riding a bicycle after a long time not doing so, you just sort of ride like you never stopped doing it before. We quickly fell into the mould that we have had back then, and running jokes resurfaced, expected punchlines still surprised us, and we just kind of had a warm conversation altogether.
We then talked about the present. What each of us is currently doing. I as usual spoke of my not-too-bad job and how I am still surviving. She was happy to hear that.
And then it was her turn.
"Nothing new..", she said. I kind of can tell she was smiling when she said it.
"Oh come on, there must be something. So when are you getting married?!", I laughed.
"Err yea..actually, ermm, this coming November, if everything goes well..".
There was a pause. There shouldn't be.
"OMG. Are you for real?!?", I half shouted in the office.
"Hehe. Yes. Ey, don't tell anyone yet, you're the first person to know".
And I felt something building up in my tear duct.
That night, I was listening to the radio in the car ride home. My brother was quiet, and so was I.
And then, as if some spirits out there has been listening to me, a very dear song played on the radio.
Perfect timing.
I guess now I can just say that I shouldn't be embarrassed to admit it. I may not be the only one.
So Lonely by The Police
To sign off, here is a short poem:
Tomorrow is Saturday,
and in the office I will be, Yay.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
life. and deaths
And so, the ordinariness of the every day things brought me back to earth. Small things, that are huge to others, made me realize how we are in fact insignificant, what more the things I witness which are beyond my comprehension.
My kitchen was flooded today, so was my current "bed room" in the house - living room in front of TV (coz lately I was too scared to sleep in the mini library downstairs where I reside with boxes of my things unpacked still; ever since I heard the story my sister told me - I'll tell later). Point is, comfort before misfortune. I sometimes take things for granted and disregard things that should matter.
I also saw two fat mama and papa rats the other day, running straight from the house roof and skydive onto the backyard. I didn't save them, I didn't yell "stupid rats!!" to them, I didn't do anything. I just let them splat there for a good 5 seconds before they dust of their coats and started running through the drain. Somehow this incident made me feel insignificant. Because (I have a point ok), they didn't need me to go to them with a broom and brush them away. They got back up by themselves and continue doing whatever rats do.
A few people I know lost their loved ones - of old age, of stress, of an accident. Within the span of a month, having to attend 3 funerals is quite draining. It gives you like a black washout effect on your face and you somehow feel obliged to grieve.. at least I do. I asked my Mom to braid my hair for work last Monday out of randomness because I dreamed about her drinking rotten milk to save my life. Yes, I don't really know how to show love properly. Believe it or not, especially to my Mom. Again, taking good care of what you have. Love before lost.
My sister went for an intensive safety course (yes she is a worrywart) where only a handful of people were allowed to participate. She took notes, and was excited when I came home from work because she wanted to share with me what she learned. I laughed when I first heard, but she insisted and forced me to sit with my mom (who was busy chatting and facebooking with her girlfriends) and listen to her. I thought it was going to be some boring-ass kiddy safety 101. But no, it was serious points about safety in taking cabs, how to deal with robbery at your house (this was what got me scared to sleep downstairs), at the ATM etc. She even forced my dad to sit and listen. Prevention better than cure. Safety is all about that - making sure there are no opportunities for unwanted things to happen.
How we became someone we don't plan to be. How we became someone we hated. How we became unknown to ourselves. Had some serious talk with some friends at work (some I regard more as friends than colleagues lol) and yes, this is what happens and is happening. I'm not sure if it has happened to me yet (I'm still pretty much myself I think. Haha), but I've seen it happen. In fact just today. So never say never (don't imagine Bieber now, I'm serious). Might be next.
Small gestures of kindness. Like the dude who held the door for me eventhough he has passed through, the cab driver who gave a discount of RM6 for a ride, the lady who smiled like mothers would when she saw me bang my head on the car boot at the petrol station, the hug of a good friend.. all of that has made me feel better this week.
And then there is this person. Whom I have liked for a reason, and still likes, for a different reason. I rarely meet him, but when I do.. well, time just stops, as they say. But I dare not say a word because I know there are mountains I have to climb before I reach the river. And a friend said, "these things are never easy eventhough they are". So I'll just take her word since she's the expert and I'm not.
As of right now, you can say I'm in a state of a mild shock. Because of all the deaths that's been recurring. I need to shower now, to cleanse off all the "bad things" one can get from a funeral.
Have a great weekend.
My kitchen was flooded today, so was my current "bed room" in the house - living room in front of TV (coz lately I was too scared to sleep in the mini library downstairs where I reside with boxes of my things unpacked still; ever since I heard the story my sister told me - I'll tell later). Point is, comfort before misfortune. I sometimes take things for granted and disregard things that should matter.
I also saw two fat mama and papa rats the other day, running straight from the house roof and skydive onto the backyard. I didn't save them, I didn't yell "stupid rats!!" to them, I didn't do anything. I just let them splat there for a good 5 seconds before they dust of their coats and started running through the drain. Somehow this incident made me feel insignificant. Because (I have a point ok), they didn't need me to go to them with a broom and brush them away. They got back up by themselves and continue doing whatever rats do.
A few people I know lost their loved ones - of old age, of stress, of an accident. Within the span of a month, having to attend 3 funerals is quite draining. It gives you like a black washout effect on your face and you somehow feel obliged to grieve.. at least I do. I asked my Mom to braid my hair for work last Monday out of randomness because I dreamed about her drinking rotten milk to save my life. Yes, I don't really know how to show love properly. Believe it or not, especially to my Mom. Again, taking good care of what you have. Love before lost.
My sister went for an intensive safety course (yes she is a worrywart) where only a handful of people were allowed to participate. She took notes, and was excited when I came home from work because she wanted to share with me what she learned. I laughed when I first heard, but she insisted and forced me to sit with my mom (who was busy chatting and facebooking with her girlfriends) and listen to her. I thought it was going to be some boring-ass kiddy safety 101. But no, it was serious points about safety in taking cabs, how to deal with robbery at your house (this was what got me scared to sleep downstairs), at the ATM etc. She even forced my dad to sit and listen. Prevention better than cure. Safety is all about that - making sure there are no opportunities for unwanted things to happen.
How we became someone we don't plan to be. How we became someone we hated. How we became unknown to ourselves. Had some serious talk with some friends at work (some I regard more as friends than colleagues lol) and yes, this is what happens and is happening. I'm not sure if it has happened to me yet (I'm still pretty much myself I think. Haha), but I've seen it happen. In fact just today. So never say never (don't imagine Bieber now, I'm serious). Might be next.
Small gestures of kindness. Like the dude who held the door for me eventhough he has passed through, the cab driver who gave a discount of RM6 for a ride, the lady who smiled like mothers would when she saw me bang my head on the car boot at the petrol station, the hug of a good friend.. all of that has made me feel better this week.
And then there is this person. Whom I have liked for a reason, and still likes, for a different reason. I rarely meet him, but when I do.. well, time just stops, as they say. But I dare not say a word because I know there are mountains I have to climb before I reach the river. And a friend said, "these things are never easy eventhough they are". So I'll just take her word since she's the expert and I'm not.
As of right now, you can say I'm in a state of a mild shock. Because of all the deaths that's been recurring. I need to shower now, to cleanse off all the "bad things" one can get from a funeral.
Have a great weekend.
Friday, April 08, 2011
lean closer, ladies
Three things:
1. I like beautiful men.
2. I like boys who grew up into beautiful men.
3. I like the grown up John, and he is a beautiful man.
Gone are the days of his messy mullet; and now sporting a neater, shorter hair with a fragile, couldn't-care-less rocker dude look.
I. Dig. It.
And the crooning of his just-got-outta-bed-and-imma-whisper-in-your-ear vocals.
Major. Dig.
Similar guys like John and John wannabes are invited to apply within. Hahas.
Also I noticed that the lyrics of their songs are always in favor of women/girls/chicks. I like I Must Be Dreaming and Whoever She Is (I forgot from which album, but like few years back).
Good job guys.
1. I like beautiful men.
2. I like boys who grew up into beautiful men.
3. I like the grown up John, and he is a beautiful man.
Roses by Outkast covered by The Maine
Gone are the days of his messy mullet; and now sporting a neater, shorter hair with a fragile, couldn't-care-less rocker dude look.
I. Dig. It.
And the crooning of his just-got-outta-bed-and-imma-whisper-in-your-ear vocals.
Major. Dig.
Similar guys like John and John wannabes are invited to apply within. Hahas.
Also I noticed that the lyrics of their songs are always in favor of women/girls/chicks. I like I Must Be Dreaming and Whoever She Is (I forgot from which album, but like few years back).
Good job guys.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
fuh-rai-day
Look at this photo.
And this photo.
What do Rebecca Black and this girl have in common?
THEY BOTH LOVE FRIDAY!
Friday is Playday. Woo to the Hoo.
And this photo.
What do Rebecca Black and this girl have in common?
THEY BOTH LOVE FRIDAY!
Friday is Playday. Woo to the Hoo.
Sunday, April 03, 2011
madhouse
Ayah ku seorang yang unik. Tahap keunikan beliau adalah agak tinggi berbanding mere mortals yang lain, dan oleh itu, beliau bercakap dalam bahasanya sendiri. Seringkali beliau akan menggunakan perkataan-perkataan pelik yang hanya kami yang faham (kadang-kadang tak faham juga). Mostly, it's his gastronomic vocabularies that are just beyond us.
Contoh 1:
Ayah: Izza, go and buy franchise.
Me: Huh? *looking at sisters* Buy what?
Ayah: Franchise..McD
Me: Err..french fries ke?
Ayah: Ye lah! What did I say just now?? Franchise kan?
Me: -.-" Berapa juta ringgit dia ada nak beli franchise..sigh
Contoh 2:
Ayah: Oh dah pukul 10 (malam) patut la lapar..
Ibu: Haa, nak makan la tuh? We just ate dinner!
Ayah: Biarlah, I nak makan. You nak makan I tak halang pun
Ibu: *gives up*
Me: Yeap, orders?
Ayah: Go and buy Nippies. Dua. Yang besar.
Me: Buy what??
Ayah: Nippies!!
Me: *consults sisters* Did he say nappies? Nipples?
Sis A: I think the chocolate that he likes tuh..
Sis B: Yang red packet rasanya, ada kacang inside..
Me: Nips?
Sisters: Haaaaa yes yes
Me: Ayah, Nips ke?
Ayah: Ya Allah, ye lah! Kenapa tak pergi lagi? Nak duit ke? You kan dah kerja!
Me: T.T
Contoh 3:
Ayah: Someone, tolong belikan Lot 10 please!
Everyone: Huh?! Buy what??
Ayah: Lot 10! Semua kena korek telinga lah!
Me (who else): Nak apa again? Lot 10? Yang shopping mall tuh?
Ayah: *annoyed* Lot 10 laa, yang ada mango punya flavor tuh..dia macam chewing gum sikit.
Me: Yellow packet? Yang kita beli masa nak balik kampung?
Ayah: Haa yea that's the one
Me: That's Lot 100 lah!!! You missed a zero.
Ayah: Oh yeke? Whatever lah. Go now.
Me: *pulls hair*
By now, you get a glimpse of what a crazy house I live in. And that's only just my dad. Wait until you know my siblings, annnndddd my mom. Seriously, it's a miracle I'm still alive and fabulous (hahs!)
Let's take a sneak peek at my mom's gibberish semantics. But for her, it revolves more around electrical appliances and kitchenware rather than food.
Contoh 1:
Ibu: Ya Allah, baju tak basuh lagi! Who wants to volunteer!!!
Me: (eventhough I don't want to, I know by volunteer means "somebody better do this before anyone gets killed!") Me! I'll do it!
Ibu: Do it now! Put the laundry in the fridge first before you go shower.
Me: Huh? Whaa? Fridge? Who?
Ibu: Put the laundry in the fridge before you shower! so that it can spin first then you finish shower go and hang them.
Me: You meant washing machine right? Not fridge? *snickers*
Ibu: What are you laughing at?! You'll be like that when you turn 40! then you'll know not to laugh!! *defensive*
Me: oookkaaayyyyy
Contoh 2:
Ibu: Izza! Please put the cili kering in the microwave!
Me: Microwave?
Ibu: Eh, microwave pula. Fridge!
Me: Fridge?
Ibu: Eh, apa nama tuh..mixer!
Me: Blender..
Ibu: Apa-apa lah! Cuba bergerak tu cepat sikit! Buat kerja kena pantas!!
Me: (dalam hati) Nak cover line, aku pula yang kena -.-"
And my brother, no exception.
Contoh 1:
Bro: Ibu, remember me at 6 please.
Ibu: Why, would I want to remember you at 6?
Bro: Alah, just remember la, got something to do..
Me: You mean "remind" you at 6?
Bro: Poyo lah. You get what I mean. Bye.
Haha, sounds like some slapstick comedy, but it's not. When I think about it, they are funny moments - in retrospect. But while they were happening, you feel so outraged because they got you all confused and then get angry at you for things you didn't do! I'm sure you got your own stories to tell too!
But anyways anyhow, I love my family (I have to, coz otherwise I don't really have anyone else to love other than myself and I don't want to end up being like Sue Sylvester where I have to marry myself), and as crazy as they get, they're blood. Sooo which means..I'm crazy too? Ha ha, spend a day with me to find out!
And speaking about me (err haha), I've been down with fever and it's not even funny. I hate not being able to do anything and just like lying in on the couch watching MasterChef and Glee on repeat. Lucky there's Parenthood, KUWTK and also some old school stuff I got my brother to download and to just plug the drive into the tv. Seriously, Unifi is uh-mazing. Hope I get better soon, else, it's a no-work day for me!
To the victims of the recent tsunami attack, hang in there, good things will come your way! Peace be to the world. Amen!
Contoh 1:
Ayah: Izza, go and buy franchise.
Me: Huh? *looking at sisters* Buy what?
Ayah: Franchise..McD
Me: Err..french fries ke?
Ayah: Ye lah! What did I say just now?? Franchise kan?
Me: -.-" Berapa juta ringgit dia ada nak beli franchise..sigh
Contoh 2:
Ayah: Oh dah pukul 10 (malam) patut la lapar..
Ibu: Haa, nak makan la tuh? We just ate dinner!
Ayah: Biarlah, I nak makan. You nak makan I tak halang pun
Ibu: *gives up*
Me: Yeap, orders?
Ayah: Go and buy Nippies. Dua. Yang besar.
Me: Buy what??
Ayah: Nippies!!
Me: *consults sisters* Did he say nappies? Nipples?
Sis A: I think the chocolate that he likes tuh..
Sis B: Yang red packet rasanya, ada kacang inside..
Me: Nips?
Sisters: Haaaaa yes yes
Me: Ayah, Nips ke?
Ayah: Ya Allah, ye lah! Kenapa tak pergi lagi? Nak duit ke? You kan dah kerja!
Me: T.T
Contoh 3:
Ayah: Someone, tolong belikan Lot 10 please!
Everyone: Huh?! Buy what??
Ayah: Lot 10! Semua kena korek telinga lah!
Me (who else): Nak apa again? Lot 10? Yang shopping mall tuh?
Ayah: *annoyed* Lot 10 laa, yang ada mango punya flavor tuh..dia macam chewing gum sikit.
Me: Yellow packet? Yang kita beli masa nak balik kampung?
Ayah: Haa yea that's the one
Me: That's Lot 100 lah!!! You missed a zero.
Ayah: Oh yeke? Whatever lah. Go now.
Me: *pulls hair*
By now, you get a glimpse of what a crazy house I live in. And that's only just my dad. Wait until you know my siblings, annnndddd my mom. Seriously, it's a miracle I'm still alive and fabulous (hahs!)
Let's take a sneak peek at my mom's gibberish semantics. But for her, it revolves more around electrical appliances and kitchenware rather than food.
Contoh 1:
Ibu: Ya Allah, baju tak basuh lagi! Who wants to volunteer!!!
Me: (eventhough I don't want to, I know by volunteer means "somebody better do this before anyone gets killed!") Me! I'll do it!
Ibu: Do it now! Put the laundry in the fridge first before you go shower.
Me: Huh? Whaa? Fridge? Who?
Ibu: Put the laundry in the fridge before you shower! so that it can spin first then you finish shower go and hang them.
Me: You meant washing machine right? Not fridge? *snickers*
Ibu: What are you laughing at?! You'll be like that when you turn 40! then you'll know not to laugh!! *defensive*
Me: oookkaaayyyyy
Contoh 2:
Ibu: Izza! Please put the cili kering in the microwave!
Me: Microwave?
Ibu: Eh, microwave pula. Fridge!
Me: Fridge?
Ibu: Eh, apa nama tuh..mixer!
Me: Blender..
Ibu: Apa-apa lah! Cuba bergerak tu cepat sikit! Buat kerja kena pantas!!
Me: (dalam hati) Nak cover line, aku pula yang kena -.-"
And my brother, no exception.
Contoh 1:
Bro: Ibu, remember me at 6 please.
Ibu: Why, would I want to remember you at 6?
Bro: Alah, just remember la, got something to do..
Me: You mean "remind" you at 6?
Bro: Poyo lah. You get what I mean. Bye.
Haha, sounds like some slapstick comedy, but it's not. When I think about it, they are funny moments - in retrospect. But while they were happening, you feel so outraged because they got you all confused and then get angry at you for things you didn't do! I'm sure you got your own stories to tell too!
But anyways anyhow, I love my family (I have to, coz otherwise I don't really have anyone else to love other than myself and I don't want to end up being like Sue Sylvester where I have to marry myself), and as crazy as they get, they're blood. Sooo which means..I'm crazy too? Ha ha, spend a day with me to find out!
And speaking about me (err haha), I've been down with fever and it's not even funny. I hate not being able to do anything and just like lying in on the couch watching MasterChef and Glee on repeat. Lucky there's Parenthood, KUWTK and also some old school stuff I got my brother to download and to just plug the drive into the tv. Seriously, Unifi is uh-mazing. Hope I get better soon, else, it's a no-work day for me!
To the victims of the recent tsunami attack, hang in there, good things will come your way! Peace be to the world. Amen!
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