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just read Karim Raslan's Ceritalah: Malaysia in Transition which i found unmoved on the shelf. there was his signature "For Izelan, Karim Raslan". it was my father's. he was always whining about not having a 'passion', a hobby. like his other brothers: music, gadgets and even the supernatural. but i said; look, maybe your passion is in books, in reading. and i remembered him nodding slowly.

i like that about him. i like how my parents had me sleep in the mini library (there were not enough rooms. all were growing up and three in a room is like placing the whole of America in Singapore --> political pun) and i would discover unusual, old books from yesteryear and just look at the words. the typewritten words' fading black ink in times new roman.

but for sure i am not as shallow as i might sound. the contents of the books are very much 'educational' or mostly, provocative. i think that was where i found my interest in politics. books of warfare are not too much of my interest; there wasnt many books on that anyway. but soon when my brother grew a little bit older he started filling up the shelves with cold war, ancient weaponry etc.

he got that from my uncle. i think all my uncles are bookworms. they spent hundreds on books, but not on a wedding. hehe joke.

anyway, where was i going with this? oh ok, karim raslan. ok he's gonna be in the next post. too much info here.

coolest thing on Earth (for me, for now)

afiq just bought me a Smiggle 4-in-1.

it is a red pen, blue pen, a mechanical pencil and a highlighter all in one "pen". the highlighter is also detacheable from the whole thing. i think it is the coolest thing i've received so far this year. transcending the factor of price, and taking into the light the function.

it is called: Cuattro Maxi Pen (by Smiggle).

also a new item from Smiggle (i noted), as the time i went to the Smiggle store i didnt see any of those. ahaha. i bought a bunny eraser and two notebooks the first time i went. irresistable.

he bought it from Australia (which was i think a long time ago!) but only got around to giving it just now, in a brief encounter.

along with the Smiggle, he gave me a box of blue-man paperclips. how adorable.

afiq if you're reading this (which im assuming you are, since you're always quoting back to me..hehe), i'd like to say thank you so much! how did you know my infatuation with stationeries? you totally get me man. ahahaha. and also thanks for your support with my "arts" (i.e. coming to the poetry recital), for calling me up for hours of gossip, fetching me when my car broke down and for the times you made to hang out when im bored. haha.

Afiq, you're the coolest neighbour a person can have!

breaking

the forces that pulls
you out of it
is too powerful.

the core however
pulls you in
with deep strengths.

and you break,
you break
with no sympathy.

drug

this is a drug.

the heart

one of the great things about the heart is that it can feel and not have to be wrong or right. it transcends rationality yet is able to comprehend the most intricate of interactional messages. it is allowed to be overboard, overwhelming, and overinterpreted; but it remains free from judgements and punishments.

it influences others in ways that are unimaginable, unexpected. it appears in many different forms that one can never tell. it disguises itself, hides behind actions, responses to reactions.

it moves the eyes, and make it cry. it moves the mouth and let it speak truth; the heart never lies. it battles the frontal lobe of the brain and wins; with empathy and humanly reasons. it moves the hands, so that it gives to those who need. it moves the feet to walk the right path.

it makes you do the things you think are irrational, but somehow, just feel right.

those are the signs of a good heart. and paired with good thinking, the best is bound to happen.

tip of the day uh-uh

here's a tip:

dont park at Sooka Sentral..ever. (next to KL Sentral, opposite Suasana Sentral Condo)

reasons:

1. horrendous officers and service
2. extremely expensive. (RM8.00 for 1hour and 10min)
3. very limited parking bays (there's only one level)

silver lining:

the waiter at Zen forgot to charge my lunch meal set. so i got free lunch! (which i later used to pay the parking. crap.)

"fantastic"

what a bummer.

im supposed to be sleeping and dreaming away about the greatness of rendang tok and lemang haha but im right here trying to rake every corner of my brain for ideas.

i mean, its not a particularly difficult topic anyway, i kinda love this stuff.

52 Tahun Kemerdekaan: Isu dan Cabaran

but i just really cant think of any good ones. i have a few cliched points, but then i might as well just sleep. i need something fresh, a great angle to see it from. but im just too tired pegi beraya the whole freaking day.

the presentation is tomorrow. for kolej mara banting students. gilo apo. ahh what the heck. the power point needs to be at least something up to date la kan, sat gi bebudak tu dok kutuk bunyi tepuktepuk kat slideshow aku. hahaha.

if any of you is still awake at this hour, and looking for a pastime activity. with lots of great malaysianism ideas and general knowledge, single hot and looking for a date (gender unspecified), please respond to this call for help. mercy me. 911. help. help. i need ideas for the aforementioned topic.

good day people. or if you are exceptionally optimistic, then GREAT day for you. you know, you cant run away from problems. indulge! indulge!

i <3 challenges
i <3 problems
i <3 challenging hot males

ok you're reading a literal, i-just-lost-my-brain post. i got a brain concusion in my right knee. proves how crazy this minute is. i should think of a career as a rapper. i can do hiphop. i'll learn how to 'drop em beats'.

ok people, fo real. shizzo manidzzo. i better bounce, coz the old me is dead and gone.

ahahahha. den gilo, den memang gilo.

flustered cluster

what do you do when your head is filled with a carnival of things, and your heart is a jamboree of feelings?

how do you straighten them all up one by one, and sort them out one after another and lay your eyes in peace?

when your adrenaline is racy and your blood maximizing the vessels, how do you cope?

how do you manage to stay in the same state of mind, same position even after the endless rollercoaster ride?

how do you find peace and serenity in all the chaos?

the answers to all the questions, surprisingly, do not vary that much from a person to the next. goes to show that humans crave for the same priceless things.

that time of year

it's that time of the year again, the holy month of Syawal. i am just like every other Muslims out there; busy celebrating - visiting relatives, friends and vice versa. and i have unconsciously forgotten about my blog. hahaha. i'll update about my Eid pretty soon.

as for now, i'd like to humbly wish all my Muslim readers and the rest of the Muslim population of the world a prosperous and meaningful Eid Mubarak.

Selamat Hari Raya

Maaf Zahir dan Batin

:)

pokerfaced covers

currently in love with this pretty new band. and this version of Pokerface, im totally enamored!






of course there are other covers which are as nice to listen to, like Daughtry's and Pixie Lott's, but i still like the original by Ladu Gaga best. it makes me want to groove whenever, wherever its on!

the letter

you look at those photos

and you feel a huge pang

in your stomach

like an arrow shot

right through the heart

but not in a cupid manner.

a very simple gesture

made years ago

an assurance of something

and a turning around

but then it dropped in silence.

you wondered.

and then you stopped wondering.

and later you found them again,

the photos

and things have changed.

not so much of

a verbal confrontations

but there was a letter.

there was a letter

and all the exact words

are drummed into my head

one after another.

and so i remembered

e ve ry thing

but i have no evidence

i have no idea where

i put the letter

and so it all

dropped in silence again.

hello Monday.

what do people do on a Monday? work, go to class, arrange things for the rest of the week.



what do i do on a Monday? *long silence*

the Dollar Trump

WARNING: contents might be boring. this is strictly not about Donald Trump (though he is involved not straight-forwardly) but about ze Trump of ze Dollar.

how long has it been since the last time i blogged about politics? gosh, i must've have mellowed. ahaha.

anyway, big news.

bloomberg has reported that the UN now wants to have a new currency to avoid financial imbalances, which created the current state of economy.

i dont say it's too late, but rather, i feel like saying "I told you so".

Malaysia (specifically Tun Mahathir) has voiced out the concerns of a possible global recession due to this predicament some time in 2006, however was left to be blown with the wind as (quoting Tun) "Malaysians are not supposed to know anything about money, about finance. So nobody listens."

Now suddenly they want to propose to everyone with this "divine idea" and say that oh we can rescue this. and call for the global nations to support this "idea". wth. it's been thought of long time ago.

But back in those years when he reigned Malaysia, Tun suggested that all Islamic countries come together under one financial umbrella, which is to use the Dinar Emas..which i FULLY SUPPORT. but then he stepped down, hand over his position to Pak Lah and then BOOM. we all fell into the supermassive blackhole not to be seen or heard.

in truth, this is actually perfect. we all need this. it's just that i feel like there's a huge double standard that we dont get to suggest ideas, our ideas are all pre-labelled lame and useless without any chances of being heard, and then suddenly they secretly re-package this proposal and make it theirs. THEY (you-should-know-who) always wants to be the one to rescue, to save the people of the world. when in true fact, they're a bunch of baddies trying to look innocent and heroic.

anyways, we'll see how this thing with the new currency goes. see if it works or not. if it doesnt, i think Malaysia should just stick to the idea of using Dinar Emas. i still think it's one of the best things Tun has ever think of that has not been realised. it'll be good if somebody make it a reality.



p/s: next post (on politics), i'll tell you why i 100% dig the usage of Dinar Emas.

life is inconsistently consistent; like the weather.

one thing we are allowed to have, sometimes: escapism.

get blown away

from poop-art by dianarikasari

many things these days just swept me off my feet. the little things people do for you and say to you or about you. i can never feel ever so happy and life is one huge lollipop.





ironic. the mind said.





yes, ironic that these two weeks have been very dramatic and tragic with two big farewells and an inappropriate ending of this semester - assignments. ironic, that tears have been hanging around the lids and the gloomy mood i've been in. ironic, that i should not be eating (buka puasa) alone in such a harmonic month of Ramadhan and yet i did. ironic, that i've so much to do and to be completed that i should be planning the perfect japanese-style suicide right now. ironic, in every way and every sense.





yet, there is that little feeling that makes you smile. triggered by things that people do and say to you. there are good people in this world. i've always believed that. im an optimist, yes. but im also a realist. so yeah, its possible to be a person who magnetize good people and good vibes. i hope i am that person so that i shall never be sad. even if i do, all the positive aura will tear the somberness down.

oh.

a divine word.
a word that defines many things.
universal.
over-used.
under-acknowledged.
it means everything to me;
now.
life-changing.
self-realization.
slap in the face.
what the hell have i been thinking.
and then it crashes before my eyes.
and i said oh.

under the 'covers'..

..are great musicians. they use their musical skills to improvise other people's music. which could be better or worse. but i normally like alternatives and choices. so im always up for good covers; see what other people can do with the same material.

so for this post, i'd like to introduce Eric Wuest (if you haven't known him yet). he makes great covers mostly on violin. perfect one man show. these are two of my fave:

1. Famous Last Words (covered for MCR)




i like that he made it sound kind of celtic from 2:17 onwards. bellissimo!


2. Mr. Brightside (covered for The Killers)





he played three times separately on violin and once on piano to make it sound full, but the end product just sound blended and perfectly timed. not many changes from the original, but great nontheless.


maybe im just a sucker for instrumental covers, i dont know. ahahaha. the fact that he's geekishly hot helps..a lot. (sempat lagi :p)

poetry around the desk

aganol,
antibacterial floor cleaner;
apple fresh.

garden home,
body lotion;
carnation.

ak turistik,
turkish bookmark;
woven.



p/s: inpired by the things lying randomly on my desk at the moment this poem is produced; in standard format. oh btw, dont wonder why i have the floor cleaner on my desk. ahaha.

a Lott to offer

my fave song from the leon's, apart from 'sex on fire', covered. as close as she can get to perfect. she got my approval this time! (not so much into 'mama do')

fool on freedom

trapped, in this freedom
suffocated, with the wisdom
marvel, your divine fingers
and you know, it still lingers

i come to face it, like that
it stares at me, straight
like a downside up bat
not a drop of fear, not afraid

freedom; that is what it was
now it is a line, a boundary
a spiral in which i am lost
a ground, an under, to bury

this soul is free and yet
it is as trapped as it can get,
but alas, none is to be blame
the virtue is in its name.