keterangan diri of the day.

now, based on events over the weekend,

i feel the need to clarify and further emphasize

two key things about myself;

first of all, i (probably) have mild ocd.

yes, mild. as in small scaled, like a mild ocean breeze.

i do NOT have ocd as in mr monk's levels of ocd.

and secondly, contrary to popular belief,

i am NOT evil. i am just festive.

there is a huge difference ok.

sekianterimekaseh.

dining fact of the day.

when you have toast and butter and jam at home,
it certainly does not taste the same way
when you have toast and butter and jam at a hotel.

...it just doesn't.

please oh please dear god.

read-worthy. watch-worthy. drool-worthy. 

a probable not-so-well-known fact about me is;
i am super fascinated with the dark american history
of black slavery and their civil rights movement.

so, for all us movie-lovers in this country,
we all know it has been an absolute rubbish year
it has been for movies (name me 7 great movies?)

please oh please salvage our movie year,
all that fuckery shown on screen so far,
by making sure 12 years a slave comes to cinema here.

...please oh please dear god.

kebanggean diri of the day.

rice. not coloured veggies. yuck. 

 now, i have a thing for coloured rice.

whenever i see nasik ujan panas
or nasik briyani or nasik goreng
yang ade kaler, it would make my day.

...even if everyone else kate batch tu tak sedap.

quite frankly even if i get fed sub-standard
and not-so-tasty-lauk coloured rice,
i'd still find it tasty. i love coloured rice!

one of my many, many plus points.

tyre maintenance of the day.

this was off an episode of 'that 70s show";

red : eric, did you rotate the tyres like i told you to?

eric : yes sir, it rotates while i'm driving.

guling2 aku gelak okkk!

LOL. no wait, what?

EVERYONE used to do this. honest. 

now, back in the day, there used to be this concept
where people would hand-write stuff on paper,
find an envelope to put it in, lick the envelope...

yes, lick. the. envelope.

then once the paper is nicely folded and nicely sealed
within the licked envelope, we close it, find a stamp
that corresponds to the cost of delivery, lick the stamp...

yes, lick. the. stamp. as. well.

then we write down the recipient's address,
physically go to the post office, yes, physically,
and drop off the mail into a real-life mailbox.

now, if you have no experience whatsoever in doing this,
then you should have no complaints whatsoever
if you receive this sort of condolence message from them;

"...hey man,

heard about what happened last week.
sorry to hear that you fell off your bicycle
and broke your arms and legs.

LOL..."

for THAT generation of people,
yours truly (sadly) included,
LOL does NOT mean Laugh Out Loud.

...it means Lots Of Love.
   

workplace advantage of the day.

now, the cool thing about coming to work
after a wonderfully long 5-day weekend is,
you can pretend to not remember who your colleagues are.

...specially the ones you have pending work with.

ahmir. remember the name.

now, whenever someone or some product
labels themselves #1 in something,
more often that not, it does not turn out to be true.

but once a group labels themselves
"the #1 most popular r&b group on youtube",
obviously i had to check it out.

and boy oh boy, do i agree with that label.

wallet observation of the day.

here's the thing about wanting to shop;
you start seeing flaws in the things you already have,
regardless of whether it's still in good shape or not.

reminder of the day.

to whom it may concern;

leaving hundreds and hundreds of 'friendly reminders'

does NOT make it any less annoying to read ok?

he who dares to stand where i stood.

another lyrical posto, this time off
the downbeat 'where i stood' by missy higgins

but what if it's orange?

let's face it, everyone likes to have direction in their life.

some people seek advice from others,
some people turn to religion and horoscopes,
and some might do the simple thing and google it.

mine, however, sometimes come from a traffic light.

that's right, a nice, simple traffic light down my road.
in the mornings when i am debating a decision or choice,
i go and consult my little colourful branch of wisdom.

so all i do is ask myself a question, drive towards it,
if i manage to pass the traffic light while it's green,
then it's a yes. otherwise if it goes red, then it's a no.

see? decision making can be as simple as that.

STMNS#3

#3 u can't touch this by mc hammer;

"...u can't touch this, u can't touch this,
u can't touch this, yeah, u can't touch this,

i told you, u can't touch this, too hype, 

can't touch this, get way outta here, 

u can't touch this..."

ok, first of all, touch WHAT?

secondly, we get it maaan, we can't touch it.

and finally, don't you think we don't even WANT to?

for pete's sake.
 

breep breep!

have any of you ever wondered that the great,
big irony of worldwide connectivity we have nowadays
is the very same thing that keeps us disconnected with real life?

just wondering.

light bullsheeeyat.

saw an ad earlier today about 4G lite.

it pretty much means they offer you
a much faster connection as compared to 3G.
so it's been labeled as 4G.

...only it ISN'T, since it's 4G lite.

which means it isn't 3G but isn't exactly 4G either.
which makes no sense to me because why offer something
which doesn't give you what it is intended to in the first place?

it's like diet coke. or anything labeled as "light".

i think that concept would work fine as an employer.
round up your underpaid employees,
and tell them to do lotsa work, but label it 'light work'.

then offer them 'light salaries' and 'light job satisfaction'
and 'light compensation' and 'light recognition'
and 'light work-life balance' and...

i'd better stop here. let's call this a 'light rant', shall we?

STMNS#2

#2 i want it that way from the backstreet boys

"...ain't nothin but a heartache,
ain't nothin but a mistake,
i never wanna hear you say,
i want it that way..."

so, when the backstreet boys tell us
that they don't want it that way,
what WAY are they actually talking about?

maybe it's north.

STMNS#1

now, one of my new favourite pastime is to find
lyrics to rather famous and catchy songs,
but actually makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.

please welcome Songs That Make No Sense!

example #1; wannabe by the spice girls;

"...yo i'll tell you what i want, what i really really want,
so tell me what you want, what you really really want,
i'll tell you what i want, what i really really want,
so tell me what you want, what you really really want, 
i wanna, i wanna, i wanna, i wanna, 
i wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha..."

so they've managed to tell you what they really really want
OR what we really really really want from them,
only to find out noone knows what EITHER of us wants.

brilliant.

who who who who who?

i find that one of the best things to ask
really old people in an elevator
particularly on a monday morning is;

"...so, who let the dogs out?..."

trust me. the response you get is priceless.

a good kinda bad.

if you somehow find yourself having a better time at work
as compared to having a better time at home,
then that isn't necessarily a bad thing.

...it isn't bad. it's just sad.

(basic) life fact of the day

here's a basic life fact of the day;

as you go along in life, your quality of life should improve.
maybe not in a major way, but it has to improve nonetheless.
you ought to have the capacity for a better life as you move along.

now, if you DON'T, then you have to take a step back,
take long, deep breaths and try to clear your mind,
take a long, hard look at things with you, and consider this;

if your quality of life becomes WORSE the more you go on,
then either there is something wrong with YOU,
or there is something wrong with the situation you are in.

one of which needs to change. quickly.

(fecking) brain teaser of the day

how about this for a super duper brain teaser?

"...do mailmen get their own mails delivered to them by other mailmen?..."

- off youtube's ask kingsley.

brainfart of the day

it was brought to my attention the other week
that some person from some kind of organization
has suggested an ingenious way to tackle KL jams.

...by charging KL parking spots to 40 bucks an hour.

who says people in this country don't have a sense of humour?

effin' great!

now, i'm quite pleased that zoo negare
is bringing in 2 pandas to our shores,
undoubtedly a huge attraction for all.

it's rather noteworthy to me that one of em
is called Feng Yi, no doubt due to it's origin from china.
but looking closely, it can be abbreviated to F.Y.

give that a bit of thought.

...talk about cruelty to nice, fuzzy animals.

peng them.

one of the biggest life lessons that experience
has taught me (however much i wish it didn't) is,
you can never truly understand a tragedy unless you're in it.

so, belatedly, regarding the rather heated issue
of deciding whether to allow chin peng's ashes
to return to this country or otherwise,
i do not believe we or any politician should have a say,
but it should go to the people who went through it.

people who had to go through the horror of living
and surviving the hardship during our nation's past
and troubled times. those people. not us.

if they decide to reject it, so be it as it may.
but if they decide to let the pain and anger go,
and decide on forgiveness, then even better.

i would be totally fine with it. either way.
 

1st thing on their calendar is regret.

i love this movie quote;

"...only i'm 10 years too late.

why? because while i've been working so hard
i've missed out on all the bad dates, and the arseholes,
and now i'm running out of time.

noone told me it was a game of musical chairs,
by the time i figured it out, you know, 
forget it, it's too late..."

-  dana, from 'the internship'.

it aint different.

escapism is a fascinating subject.

some people exercise and do outdoor activities,
some turn to religion and faith,
while some may turn to alcohol and drugs.

and others play like me play games.

so it baffles me to see the public berate
and place danger on games like grand theft auto 5.
you know, the one that is super violent?

some people who have tried out the ipad version,
commented that the game seeds violent behaviour
and indiscipline and criminal thoughts,
that it festers gun-totting youth and degrades the social
integrity and the overall safety of the public.

...that's the whole idea of the game, you see?

can any one of us honestly say that we have never had
violent thoughts and that overwhelming sensation
to just punch and shoot and run over others?

sure we do.

the point is, we don't do it in real life.
and to say that people who go around shooting others
in actual life is totally the game's fault?

utter rubbish.

first of all, no self-respecting gamer would be caught dead
trying out the "ipad version" of grand theft auto.
matter of fact, we don't try an ipad version of ANYTHING.

secondly, you don't have to be a gamer to display
real and actual life acts of random violence and anger.
have you ever driven around KL during peak hour?

and third, people ALWAYS fail to quote that the majority,
from millions and millions of gamers out there,
95% are normal, well-behaving and decent people.

it's because games are our way of escapism.
it helps us to release a lot of stress from the day,
and it provides us with a lot of fun as well.

to seek emotional release
through activity or medium.
see? that's what escapism is.

gaming isn't any different.

basic life skill of the day

a totally necessary but under-appreciated basic life skill,
is the ability to dip stuff into mayo from other people,
and to sort out caramel & non-caramel popcorn in the dark.

true story.

money stain.

so a few months ago there was a suggestion
by god knows who, regarding a sure-fire way
to deter people from robbing atm's.

...by putting ink bombs in em.

that's right, boys and girls. ink bombs
that goes off when it detects robbery,
hence staining bank notes, rendering em useless.

that's a wonderful idea! think of how much we'll save
from safeguarding atm machines all over by ruining money.
and let's just robbers target public people instead kan?

morons.

tidbit.

6 years strong, yet 4 years too late.

(kitchen) life quote of the day

"...perfection is lots of little things done well..."

- marco pierre white. that scary chef guy.

balada si lalat

lalat oh lalat, 
ade lagi ko lalat?
lalat oh lalat,
berambus la ko lalat.

lalat oh lalat,
perlu ke jalan sini?
lalat oh lalat,
pi jalan tempat le bleh?

lalat oh lalat,
asal ko kat tengah ni?
lalat oh lalat,
pi tepi sket bleh?

sekiantimekaseh.
 

(twisted) wisdom of the day

off the wonderful 'happy endings' show;

"...i'd rather be surprised by a dissapointment
than (be) happy with what i expected..."

penny. being penny.

yeah, me too.

one of the things i love most about
watching elimination rounds on
masterchef is when people open up
and tell us how they really feel.
and i love when peter says;

"...i think i've invested in this much more than i care to admit. 
i feel like (i've) been living in a bubble 
which has enabled me (to) not have to deal with certain things, 
and i wanna do something for me right now,
and that's what staying here is all about..."

yeah, me too.

question of the day

"...why would you deposit money in a sperm bank?..."

- alex, from 'happy endings'.
 

balls of wisdom of the day

as much as i have huge respect for people who are responsible,
i hope they realize one key thing about responsibility;
being responsible doesn't mean you have to be responsible for everything.

...trust me.

you a baller?

off the bbc site; apparently there are studies going on
that scientifically links a key element in family men
versus men who do not gravitate towards parenthood.

...the size of their testicles.

that's right folks! if you have big balls, you're more likely
to hump everything from people to goats to statues,
but smaller balls means you're more dad-like.

and since i'm very much a family person,
my counter-argument is that these bloody scientists
just wanna tell the whooole world that the reason
they are married to bloody science instead of their wives
is because they have huge, juggly, man-balls.

...the term "family man" has a whooole different meaning now.

hello? gillette?

so, apparently a samad said has indicated
that he is rather unhappy with the burden
of having a rather fancy title bestowed upon him.

just in case you don't know who he is,
he's this really old guy who writes poetry
and maybe screenplays and maybe commercials,
and used to spend the time before smayang jemat kat klcc
sitting down in that hut, maybe munching on peanuts.

anyway, a few weeks ago he courted controversy
because he recited some weird poem or something,
while having some weird flag of malaya behind him.

...yeah, i dunno what the old bugger was up to either.

anyway, because of that, he now feels that the title
wahai sasterawan negare bestowed upon him is a burden,
because it confines his space for alternate and expansive views.

well, first of all, i hope he realizes that some of us don't even
give a crap about his weird poem and that weird flag,
and secondly, i think he should focus on a much bigger burden;

...that bloody beard of his.
 

rightfully kind.

read an article last night about allowing small things slip.
you know, since everyone makes mistakes and
we really don't have to be spot on, all of the time.

it's better to to point out strengths rather than weaknesses.
it's better to encourage rather than to put down.
it's better to educate than to punish.

...be kind, rather than be right.

i think that's pretty good advice.

McFeck.

this is a fish. that's right, if McD says so.

first of all, if you're gonna put sauce on a fecking bager,
put chilli sauce, tomato sauce, black pepper sauce, whatever.
instead of putting some fecking sweet-sour sauce as if it's bloody fish.

secondly, if you're gonna label something as a rib,
then at least make sure it really IS a rib,
instead of insulting people's intelligence by using a rib shaped chicken.

and come to think of it, it doesn't even look like a bloody rib.
it looks EXACTLY like the prosperity bager. so why call it a rib?
somebody in McD's really should have his / her ass fired.

and finally, i'm told that apparently this McRib
has been around in the states for a while,
only for it to be introduced here afterwards.

ya, that means the americans have found out
that it tastes like crap, so obviously they do the white thing
and decide to sell em to us fecking asians instead kan?

McEatSomethingElse.

matter-of-fact lyrics of the day

went into this shop the other day,
and this catchy pop song was playing.
what caught my ear was the lyrics that went like;

"...what's your name? what's your number?
do you have a boyfriend?
you look like you need one!..."

WHAT THE FECK?!!

how on earth would someone LOOK like
they need to have a boyfriend?
how on earth does someone come to that conclusion?

*guling guling gelak*

go away or we dab you with lipstick!

a trio of teenage american gals are running around

doing good deeds here and there, 

and helping out people who have "illnesses".

...only difference is they're teen exorcists.

yup. while other teens are spending time on the beach,

playing sports of having picnics in the park,

these teenage gals run around performing exorcism.

and it made me smile when i read that they

believe that the harry potter movies has ruined society.

...better make sure they never watch twilight, then.

oh no, it was done by ONE person! working ALONE.

poor moslems.

as long as you're moslem, however wrongly radical,
or have misai jambang macam hutan amazon,
then if some alleged "attack" happens, then ALL moslems did it.

but if you happen to be a non-moslem,
like that christian norwegian who clearly gunned
down lotsa people in a park for no reason,
it was "an isolated case, done out of clear
insanity on the part of the individual".

WHAT THE FECK IS DAT ALL ABOUT?

so if some christian or hindu or buddhist or scientology person
guns down lotsa people for no reason, then it's a solitary case.
but if, god forbid, an "organized planned attack" was
somehow "linked" to some guy who just "happens" to be moslem,
then it's clear that it's all part of some fecking global movement.

i miss the days when the bad guys were the italian mob,
radical groups from ireland, japanese yakuza,
as well as the ultimate "axis of evil", the USSR government.

...it made much better tv viewing.

humanitarian stance of the day

it's lovely to see american politicians
crying foul over alleged syrian chemical attacks.
and that it, well, "crossed the line".

that's funny, noone said anything when they nuked japan.

pengajaran of the day

wahai sume pompuan2 mesia;
it's ok to date and marry westerners,
australasians, and to a certain extent, bosnians.

...just make sure you don't abuse their sperm.

olympic fact of the day

future olympians

so the japanese won the bid to host the 2020 olympics.
now, all that joy and happiness is fully understandable,
but you DO foresee what i can foresee kan?

that's right folks; radioactive nuclear shit.

two major things will happen;
the medals will all be the same colour due to radioactivity,
but more importantly is what happens to the athletes.

...they'll all turn into blue muppets.

why are you my remedy?

another lyrical posto, off the clever
"clarity" by zedd.

in fact.

ever had days when you feel
that you don't have much to look forward to
and you don't even know why you're here?

i certainly do. increasingly, in fact.

over-generalization of the day

i half find it amusing that the world nowadays
is filled with all sorts of over-generalizing,
despite it clearly being a huge misconception.

top five in my list includes;

1. moslems = terrorists.
2. indonesians = maids.
3. mesian indians = gangsters.
4. mesian chinese = sex bloggers.
5. thais = prostitutes.

see? clearly wrong.

the bigger waste of money is showing that face.

other than a face that screams "slap me!",
lee guan eng has another super trait;
being fecking annoying.

yesterday he commented that the
"tanda putera" movie was a complete
and utter waste of money.

i get his point.

if they made a movie about fecking chairman mao
and some kind of fecking chinese dynasty
that noone gives a crap about, it'll be all ok.

what a beeeyoaatch.

boobs? check. shaved head? check.

and what is it with gal celebrities?

it's like super scripted;

1. start off as the next girl pop sensation.
2. have a fairy tale fling with some celebrity dude.
3. have some kind of a breakup / mental breakdown.
4. show boobs on tv and shave head. preferably at the same time.
5. blog about their bloody sex lives even though they're skinny-assed and fugly.
6. resort to drugs and rehab and feature on "celebrity meltdown" shows.
7. get convicted in court for stealing / slapping paparazzi / violating parole.
8. kembali ke pangkal jalan.
9. write songs about 'getting stronger' and 'rising above it'.
10. getting shit rich. all over again. 

...maybe we're all in the wrong line of work kan?

ye takpelah. saye ikhlas ni. betol saye cakap ni ha.

what is it with drama mayu?

lately the trend is to have these drama mayu
bejiwe keugamaan, with pecintaan antare benua
or pecintaan di negare arab / padang pasir somewhere.

and the best part?
when the guy gets a close up and says to the girl;
"...tape, ini kan tanggungjawab saye sebagai insan se-islam..."

YEAH RIGHT.

mentang-mentang laaa minah tu comel gile,
tetibe je tanggongjawab sesame muslimin kaaan?
ha cube kalu minah tu tak hot lansong and rupe cam beg plastik.

ADE KERRR NAK TANGGUNGJAWAB SESAME INSANIAH?

yeah. thought so.

impression of the day

a colleague of mine was really surprised
to see that i had lots of rock as well as
lots of hip hop songs on my playlist.

and i mean, REALLY surprised.

...i wonder what that implies.

cartoon wisdom of the day

just thought of something.
i remember a line from the "turbo" movie,
it was something along the lines of;

"...the faster you accept how miserable your life is,
the more happy you will be..."

eventhough it refers to the mundane life of snails,
i'm actually gradually coming round to that
line of thinking about my own life.

i'll probably never be lucky enough to settle down.

get god points by feeding me.

i might as well attack konon religious folk while i'm at it.

i hate it when people preach about spending your wealth
on the "right path" a.k.a funding shady religious people.
you know, people who have nothing else to do.

i'd like to see statistical facts that religious groups
are not made of majority of those who are unemployed,
but are made of people who are truly in it for god.

so they expect you to spend on the right path,
which basically means funding their shelter,
their canteen food, and their travel expenses.

oh, and don't forget to pick them up at the airport,
make sure your house turns into a damn hostel,
and take leave from work to join preaching trips.

here's a tip; GET A JOB.

accumulate a bit of wealth,
take care of your family and loved ones,
make sure you get your religious needs done,
then do whatever preaching you want in your free time,
and don't drag and EXPECT righteous help from others.

give religion the justice and appreciation it deserves.
change my perception. prove me wrong.
that konon religious folk aren't just a bunch of freeloaders.
 

everybody is doing it? count me in!

oh, while i'm on the subject,
and a touchy subject it may be,
malays are exactly the same.

we'd rather slit our own throats
for the promise of political maturity,
the false sense of battling corruption
and the false premise of religious superiority.
if we have to bring our own down, so be it.

malay malaysians. going with what's popular,
believing the alternative isn't just as bad,
and dismissing the possibility they'll be worse.

...rapidly moving to stupidity. if not there already.
 

money and resource can't buy intelligence.

imagine this, you have an enemy.

say you want to bring em down,
just imagine the time needed to plan things,
not to mention the money you need for resources.

now, imagine trying to bring down an entire country.
so you have to multiply the time and
compound all the monetary calculations.

now, imagine expanding that to an entire continent,
can you just imagine the time, people,
information, resource, and money involved?

but wait, say for some ridiculous miracle,
or some twisted ideology or thirst for power,
or due to the absolute stupidity of the people,
your enemy starts killing themselves,
bringing their own continent down. on their own.

that's what extremists are. pure stupidity.
 

yes we are.

lyrical posto again. this time off
the under-rated "we are" from vertical horizon.

 

 

bit to the left, bit to the right.

everyone has their quirks.

one of mine involves being rather symetrical.
i can't stand seeing things not looking organized
or uniform or out of order or out of sequence.

i'm the guy you can see arranging books
or arranging groceries on their shelves.
particularly when people aren't looking.

can't help it. sorry.
 

goyang siii, goyang!

you know what sight never fails to crack me up?
seeing someone rocking their car back and forth
at a petrol station when they're filling up the tank.

god knows what the hell they expect to achieve.
 

dont push it. if you ain't me.

the thing about racial jokes is,
you hafta be of that race or religion
in order for it to be acceptable.

why is that?

if we're ok with our own cracking jokes
about our nonsensical ways and / or
counter-productive thinking, then why be mad?

if you're blindfolded and someone tells you a joke
in which you whole-heartedly laugh to,
then you realize it isn't one of your own
and you react super adversely towards it,
isn't that more of a reflection on YOU instead?

if i were you, i'd take the smart route.
give as good as you take. return the favour.
you might be surprised with the results.

there's always more than one way to mature forward.
take a chance. change racial harmony.
cultivate racial humour instead.

ok, maybe not in this country.
 

asal tak pasang je kain langsir skali?

i hate seeing cars with lotsa household deco in it.
da la tak lawa, menyemak kete je aku tengok.
i'm talking cushions and flowers and all sorts of nonsense.

it's a car. not a house.

big appreciation of the day.

it's always nice to be appreciated.

doesn't matter what it's for, or who it's from.
but when it comes from your boss,
it's a pretty good feeling, you know.

...if only he / she got your name right.

yes or no.

another lovely lyrical posto,
it isn't clear who performs this song, "yes or no".
but i lurve the line. just lurve it.

  

then.now.always.

people don't change.

who you are today isn't a coincidence.
who you are today is simply who you always were,
given the current conditions and current state of mind.

...people don't change.

open suggestions of the day.

call it boredom, or the lack of social activity,
but i'm (finally) signing up for a new twitter account.
what i'd like from you is, suggestions for a username.

grin.

went off to the supermarket earlier today.
as i went out, i noticed something new
hung over the entrance and the guard house.

hari raya decorations!

they're these cheap, colourful band of lights,
woven together with pieces of bright plastic ketupat,
a simple yet festive ornament amongst the norm around it.

...small things like that make me smile.

kalau tak, huh!

we should always be thankful.
i'm thankful i didn't have torrent back in uni.
god knows i wouldn't have graduated if i did.

please boil my chicken.

this just happened about 15 minutes ago.
a brader went up to the kfc counter and asked;
"...ni ayam ni you masak cane ek?..."

which.part.of.the.term.fried.chicken.you.don't.understand?

face it.

the problem with de-activating your facebook is,
you don't get birthday notifications for your friends.
so you end up thinking it's the 19th instead of the 7th.

true story.

definition of the day

a state of denial is defined as
the thing normal people go through
once they hear the alarm clock on monday morning.

tui tui!

one, two, three.

nice to see despicable me getting the rave it deserves.
always knew the 1st movie was massively under-rated.
i hope ratatouille and the emperor's new groove are next.

transy.

technology is a wonderful thing.
out of all these apps here and there,
i reeeaaally like the translators the most.

you can swear in 7 different languages.

late me.

woke up late on sunday for the 1st time in AGES.
it's a classic sign that my job is getting to me.
nonetheless, it's nice to feel normal again.

down.

it's easier for me to occupy myself with humour
and intrigue than to write about things that
deeply affect and sadden me.

but i'll jot it down. soon. hopefully.
 

be thankful for ps3.

if you see the pre-movie ad from sony,
you'd see how they were the ones who gave us
colour tv's and walkmans and the playstation.

and now they're left with over-priced laptops,
over-rated flat-screen tv's and rather useless
mp3 players and even more useless cellphones.

...how the once mighty have fallen.

ape kate pi bace quran ke.

saw a news report a few days ago
about a group of islamic enforcement agents
going around KL during lunchtime.

the aim? to nab moslems who go have lunch
at public places / not so public places /
horribly covered public stalls.

first of all, nabbing people and fining them
and giving them lotsa khidmat nasihat
will NOT change people, really.

and secondly, instead of going around
dok carik kesalahan oghang len,
how about beramal untuk diri & kuorge instead?

...i'm just saying.

pree tuuu.

sure, everyone has a right to their preferences,
but no offense, i don't quite get along with
that statement i often hear during ramadhan;

"...ade orang ajak bukak pose free ak arini?..."

yikes.

ten? ten thousand?

think about this;

how many times have you,
whenever you offered to help strangers,
are given scared looks instead of gratitude?

this better than that, that better than this.

when you look for interesting people here,
you often come across the same old thing;
mesians are misguidedly obsessed about politics.

...people in this country are boring.
 

carefree.

be careful when you date a girl with lotsa makeup.

owwwhhh. so THAT's how it works.

i just found out the other day that the reason
windows 8 has the tile windows page AND
a normal desktop page is because of ignorance.

since some people dunno how to use the tile page,
they had to cram in a rather redundant desktop page,
so that these ignorants wouldn't be blur and get lost.

and i just learned that in order to cancel apps on the tiles,
you just have to drag the page down and presto!
spent the last few days trying to figure out how to...

...wait. oh dear, i'm one of them.
 

ok fine, go ahead.

one of the sure-fire things
to confirm that we are in the fasting month
in the big, bad, scary city is...

...people actually give way in traffic.

another shift. sigh.

the position of my air-conditioning unit is such,
in order to accommodate my plaster ceiling design,
it was modified to a lower position on the wall.

...but the tubes and pipes weren't.

and this causes that 3-monthly cycle
where i would call my aircond guy.
and he would come over to fix the dripping water.

i don't really have an issue with the water,
and i don't really have an issue with
routinely spending a coupla bucks to fix things.

...i just don't like relocating to the other bedroom.
 

stick to basics please.

the problem with human beings is,
we like to over-complicate things.
and usually unnecessarily so.

take murtabak at param, for example.

all i want is normal murtabak daging,
not murtabak with 3 kinds of minced beef,
plus weird vegetables in order to look fancy.

stick to basics. please.

thumbnail.

injured my thumb yesterday.
not sure how it happened,
certainly can't remember spraining it.

but woke up feeling lotsa pain.
can't move my thumb,
and can't do simple things just because of it.

...i appreciate things much better now.

two. maybe three.

i see two white hairs on me now.
one on the right hand side of my head,
the other one on my newly grown beard.

...actually there's three.

in this world or the next.

1st lyrical posto for this bloggy,
off the wonderful "jodoh pasti bertemu" from afgan

drip.

one of my biggest fear in life
is to live my remaining days
without someone to love and hold.

sure. quote africa.

one of the most useless advice
or reflection point that anyone can offer me
is that boring, selfless adage of;

"...look, i know you have problems,
but think about other people with bigger ones,
like the millions of africans who are starving..."

first of all, i have no interest in compounding
my worries by worrying about bigger problems
of other people who i have no influence over.

and secondly, it doesn't matter whether africans
are starving or moslems are being targeted
or politicians are screwing everybody on earth.

...it doesn't change the fact that i have issues.

it just. doesn't.

click "hell no".

i hate people who attach the automatic
"read receipt" notification to their emails,
informing them the second you read them.

...it reeks insecurity.

cover me.

i judge a book by it's cover.

no really, i literally judge a book by it's cover.
sure, i spend lotsa time in bookshops
scouring through hundreds of books to read.

but in most cases i buy it because of it's cover.

probably not very smart, and i'd hafta rely on
good ol' plain luck that it turns out to be a good book.
worst case, i have nice looking books on my shelf.

i wonder if that applies to my past relationships too.

and your point is?

now, boys and girls,
as a relatively old person,
i often come across this query;

"...do you think you could've achieved more in your life?..."

quite frankly i don't see the point in asking OR answering that.

the point to me, isn't about whether we could've done this
or could've done that, or could've decided this
or could've achieved that in life.

the point is, we are fortunate enough to have not achieved less.

yes you do.

"...what if one day you wake up and all your powers were gone?..."

"...then i'll just hafta make the most out of today..."

- off "turbo". i like.

yup. how about.

i celebrated my birthday 9 days ago.
i had a nice meal. and was with my family.
i'm 34 now.

...how about that.