not like you expect.

here's a story for you!

as an experiment, a guy gives a homeless person
a 100 bucks, then secretly follows him to see
where he goes and what he does with the money.

lo and behold! exactly as you would expect,
the homeless guy then goes off to a liquor store,
presumably to buy booze, of course!

but then he comes out of the liquor store,
2 big bags of groceries in his hands,
then he goes back to where he was.

...just to pass food around to other homeless people.

you see, he didn't waste the money as you expect,
he didn't go back to bad drinking habits,
he went back to aid those in need like him.

find this story somewhere in youtube.

people sometimes behave not the way we think,
and certainly not the way we expect them to.
and that is a wonderful thing to see.

(another) thought of the day.

maybe it's just me, or isn't it just
a liiiiiiiiitle bit creepy to tell a gal
that you think her body is a wonderland?

yes. YOU, john mayer!

festive thought of the day.

does anyone else find it a bit sad that
we hafta wait for big celebrations
in order to go visit friends and family?

P.D.I.M.#2

next thing on the list is cereal.

yup, that lovely and usually
colourful bits and pieces of
nutritious snacks of yumminess.

whenever i have that yummy
fruit loops at home, i wake up earlier
just so i get to eat it. non-stop.

...for breakfast, lunch AND dinner.

P.D.I.M.#1

*disclaimer : this post might be deemed
unfavourable to people who are pro-
environmentalists. please be forewarned.

let's face it, as human beings there are
certain things associated to us that may
push us to do one thing or another.

something that influences us, really.

nope, i'm not talking about angels & devils,
but something far more simple and
instilled in our everyday lives.

...like everyday products!

yes, those simple. easy to buy,
everyday products we use. so here are
Products Dat Influence Me (P.D.I.M)!

let's start with shampoo, shall we?
so, whenever i have that maroon/pink/red
clairol herbal essence shampoo at home,
i shower faaaaaar more than i normally do /
than i should / than what is good for earth.

sigh. fine.

a good friend is someone who
gets pissed off with you and tells you
when you have made a mistake.

the person does NOT always agree with you,
and does NOT tell you what you wanna hear,
and has no qualms about calling you "idiot".

...and i'm lucky enough to have a few.

hot stuff of the day.

now, there are plenty of people out there
who are hot and sexy and beautiful.

but here's the thing; if you can pull off
being covered in green paint like shrek,
and STILL be hot, then memang hot la ok.

zoe saldana *call me!*

be a part of good things.

here's a situation for you;

i like eating chicken,
and you like eating veggies,
and we both disagree on it.

i tell you the merits of eating chicken,
you tell me the merits of eating veggies,
and we still disagree on it.

i then tell you negative things about veggies,
and you then tell me negative things back,
and we both start to get angry.

i then proceed to call you names,
and you retaliate with insults of your own,
and we end up hitting each other.

now, if we look at it objectively,
there are merits to both cases,
eating chicken and veggies is a good thing.
i believe in getting nutrition from meat
and you believe green is the best way.

but why are hitting each other then?

this is how religious conflict divides us.
it's just downright crazy to see all this
hatred and violence going on in the world.
people's lives get wrecked, there's sadness
all around the world, and for what?

for not agreeing with our own beliefs?

is it really worth it?
is it really worth winning when all we do
is create even more unhappiness around?

everyone has a fundamental right to believe
and practise whatever religion out there,
it isn't our place to dictate how others
choose to live their lives. however, it IS
our place to educate and spread good. regardless.

be a part of good things. please.

L.B.S.#4

"...smile and the world smiles with you..."

yes. please do this. unless you're in KL,
where you smile at people and they think you're crazy,
and they either ignore you or give you the finger.

take me away.

i hate awaydays.

i hate awaydays and teambuildings
and corporate retreats and orientation
and anything and everything to do with it.

i am extremely anti-social,
i hate being outdoors and doing physical stuff,
and i hate running around for no reason.

therefore, for all you corporate folk out there,
please take into account that not everyone
wants to have physical activities,
not everyone has the need to be around others all the time,
and not everyone wants to spend free time outdoors.

please consider designing an awayday for us,
which would embrace how different we are as people,
and embrace the spirit of an awayday that we like;

...which is being away FROM everyone else. sekiantimekaseh.

vinyl me.

how hope looks like.
 

"...blogging is sooo 2004..."

the thing about active bloggers is,
we're usually deemed to be outdated
and slow and melancholic for no reason.

well, that's actually very true.

nowadays the keyword is "instant".
everything comes and goes in a flash,
and everything is updated each second.

you have facebook to share your life with,
instagram to instantly share photos around,
and twitter to update your life every second of the day.

...and then there's blogging.

it takes forever to write and think things over,
it takes a million drafts to make one actual post,
and it takes a bit of patience to jot everything down.

but you know what? i wouldn't have it any other way.

so to all bloggers out there who feel outdated and
who sometimes think of stopping and who feels
that noone out there listens and reads, think of this;

there are still people who love listening to vinyl records.

so keep it up, it's worth it. trust me.

thought of the day.

i wonder if there is a sex position called the gangnam style?

L.B.S.#3

how success looks like. really.

"...climb the mountain and you'll feel the success!..."

why does success always have to be linked with this?
it's always mountains and valleys and god knows what.
so success equals exhaustion, dehydration and dizziness.

no thanks!

exit left.

from years of harrowing experience,
when there is a visible disconnect,
for one reason or another, then it's clear-cut.

that's my cue.

L.B.S.#2

so if the answer to that age old question of
"who moved my cheese" is YOU,
then, so what? do i get to slap you?

L.B.S.#1

continuing the theme we previously had in veggiesnolikey,
i hereby announce the return of the segment where we celebrate
positivity all round! so Let's Be Sunny (L.B.S)!

this time i'd like to turn our attention to positive quotes!

"...failure is the best prescription towards success!..."

if that is true, then by now i must be some kinda junkie.

big tenner.

been surfing quite a bit lately,
and to my amusement, i've come across
plenty of interesting top 10 lists out there.

well, at least that's what the title says.

now, the problem with labeling something as;
"top 10 interesting things about..." is,
the focus of the topic has to be, well, interesting kan?

so if the list is the top 10 interesting things about
feet or cheese pudding or growing eggplant or cat poop,
then, i'm sorry, but that isn't really interesting at all.

well, at least cat poop would be interesting. heheh.

kapow.

feel slumped and pissed and sad.
the thing i hate about reality is when
things become crystal clear and it hits.

...it hits hard.

oh scarlett.

finally watched “lucy” last night.

now, don’t get me wrong, i think scarlett johansson is super slurpy,
and i am a huge fan of science, technology and the human brain,
but this movie just leaves me more baffled than most flicks.

so I have 10 questions in my head after watching it;

1. i know k pop and samsung and kia are fantastic products,

but having koreans come up with the best drug in the universe EVER?
perhaps i ought to have more faith in my fellow asians.

2. if the premise of smuggling is to cut someone up and stuffing

things into people’s stomachs is valid, does that mean the best way
to smuggle stuff is to swallow everything?

3. wouldn’t it take people weeks or even months to recover from
minor surgery? if so, then how come we can shove people
into long haul flights immediately after cutting them up?

4. after the super drug kicks in and we’re able to increase

using our brain capacity to 20% overnight, how come we stop
having feelings? if so, is being de-sensitized really worth it?

5. i know that morgan freeman is the host in that fancy science show

on tv, discussing things like the future and creation and other theories,
but taking on THIS role with THAT ending? shame on you, morgan.

6. calling up your mom (who you haven’t contacted in a while)
and saying that you can still remember how the taste of the
breast milk was, is a really, really, really creepy thing to do.

7. having said that, calling the (before mentioned) mom to tell her

that you remember how fuzzy the cat / bunny / dog felt when you
were a baby is acceptable. and a less creepy subject than breast milk.

8. so once we’ve gained 100% brain capacity, then the thing to do
is to sit down and go back in time, right up to when dinosaurs were alive?
how about using it to cure cancer? or how to make yummier pizzas?

9. so the ultimate computer EVER will be accessible through a simple thumbdrive.

i’m sure the people at kingston will be super happy about that.
but why not manifest itself in something cool like those screens in ironman?

10. once we have achieved the ultimate realization,

then the end goal is to be “everywhere”.
yup, just like germs and cat fur blown in the wind. thanks.

oh well, at least there weren’t any aliens involved in the end.

THAT would’ve been the icing on the cake.
 

pantun of the day.

saw this panton off a vine video the other day.
seeing it really made my day!

"...roses are red, voilets are blue,
i got myself five fingers,
and the middle one is for you!..."

- credit twixacd

kindy grad.

my niece recently graduated from kindergarten.

they threw this graduation party
where the kids could dress up,
and have cake and stuff with all their friends.

now, when i was growing up, i didn't have that.
i mean, i think they just gave the report card
and pat me on the head before kicking me out.

but it's nice to see that our education system is evolving.
one thing i appreciate about western education is
they are very encouraging and they send positive vibes
and they appreciate small achievements by the kids
and they congratulate even the most mundane things.

aku dulu time sekolah, jangan harap ha.
pi sekolah asek kene marah sebab tak reti-reti cikgu ngajo,
pastu tangan ni memang asek kene rotan je kan?

tapi tape, at least it's nice to see my niece
having the time of her life in school,
and it seems she starting off on a positive note.

be encouraging to your loved ones from now on. always.

semoge rahmat.

once in a blue moon, i still dream of my late grandpa.
and in those dreams, very akin to what he was really like,
he still advices people to do the right thing.

semoge rahmat. al-fatihah.

do good.

here's a story for you.

i recently read of a guy,
who grew up in a very poor area,
bad conditions all round, day in, day out.

he went on to make someone of himself,
he worked hard to become a multi millionaire,
and he turned his life round for the better.

know what he did next?

he went back to his old neighbourhood,
bought over the whole land there,
and went on to demolish all the wooden homes,
only to replace it with modern housing
in a beautiful, new, housing development.

and he gave away all those nice homes
to all of the villagers who lived there,
plus to families who were kind to him in the past.

...for free.

and to top all THAT off,
he even made sure that the elderly got
good daily meals for free as well!

when asked why, he said he wanted to repay
the kindness of all those people, who have showed
him compassion, warmth and heart all those years.

and when the people there were asked about him,
they said his parents were also kind hearted,
and was proud to see he inherited that same warmth.

how about that?

now, for the rest of us, imagine what we would do
should we be granted that same kind of opportunity.
would we be as responsible and kind too?

you know what? i think we would!

question of the day.

i noticed something the other day,
nobody ever goes for a swim in the pool
whenever it rains heavily.

why not? you're already soaked anyway kan?

correction of the day.

to the person in question,
as much as i appreciate it,
correction; my face isn't getting smaller.

...my hair is just getting bigger.

profile status of the day.

saw this on one of my friends' profile status;

"...maybe my soulmate got stuck on a condom..."

that is fecking brilliant. haha!

i'm only getting older.

another lyrical posto, i am obsessed with this song.
it's the beautiful "night changes" by one direction.

 

bottled up.

by this time tomorrow, to the very hour,
i'll be sitting down at a fast food eatery,
eagerly awaiting for my flight home.

...exciting doesn't even come CLOSE to describing it.

3T#3

three musical things i wish to be a part of;

1. i wish i were the drummer who played the
opening drum sequence of limp bizkit's "gold cobra"

2. i wish i were the guitarist who fiddled away
for the whole of creed's "one last breath"

3. i  wish i were the pianist who tinkled away
on evanescence's "my immortal"

fear.

my reading habit has come back.
did a bit of blog-surfing, and i came across
this intriguing chain of thoughts.

roughly translated into;

"...have you ever given any thought, as to
when you first fall in love with someone,
you develop a need to have strong
emotional connections to them, to feel what they feel,
to share their happiness and their sadness.

and in the end you are the one
who is further contributing towards
their next chapter of sadness..."

you know what? that thought makes perfect sense to me.

when relationships don't work out,
or is well on the way of not working out,
there is undoubtedly a lot of sadness.

in most cases, they are the source of that sadness.
but to be fair, in other cases as well,
you are the one who isn't right for them.

in my opinion, the only decent thing to do
is to end the relationship, let them live better lives,
and hope you are a sad chapter that has ended for them.

in sadness, nobody wins. so be the point that stops.

credit p_jomblo. kudos to you.
 

it never takes too long.

this is off the wonderful, wonderful "gravity" from sara bereilles.
i love it, i love it!

 

point.

this is gonna be personal.

looking back at my life,
from when i was a boy till now,
it seems i had things all figured out.

ever since i was a kid,
i was on a railway to success.
had the right grades, the right drive,
had the right motivation,
the right love and support from loved ones.

then i missed a point.

see, i was always supposed to work somewhere,
grown up in that environment, seeing that logo,
mindset, setup, everything was right there
for me to fulfill, in my mind at least,
a place where i rightfully should be.

a point changed everything.
i didn't get the necessary grade to go there.
missed. by a single point.

and then my world turned upside down.
went to a uni i didn't plan on going to,
became lazy, became stupid, became an idiot.

and yet i graduated. barely, mind you.

so after a period of self pity, i started work
at a place i didn't plan to, found a setup that
didn't really meet my expectation at first,
generally felt like a huge failure at that juncture,
but decided to make the most of out it.

fast forward a few years, i found momentum.

i found enrichment, i found puzzles to solve,
i found respect, i found things to build on,
i found understanding that things happened for a reason.

so i went on to revolve my life around tangible goals.
and i've been fortunate enough to reach them.
culminating in the apartment i've always wanted.

everything else from there forth would be a bonus,
it was supposed to be my zenith, my end game,
the point where i finally can't ask for anything more.

but there was one huge flaw in my calculations;
i assumed at that point i would be content.
i would be happy to live the rest of my days
knowing full well that i am proud of what i've done,
and the only thing left was to maintain my life as it were.

i missed a point. i realized i wasn't content, you know?
i knew full well that there was nothing wrong with my life,
but at the same time, it wasn't the ultimate feeling either.

i wanted something different.

i wanted something different to wake up to,
something new to discover and wonder upon,
new puzzles to solve and new stuff to care about.

i just felt that, at 35, this would be my last shot
at doing something drastic to change my everyday life.
to finally see if there's more to life than what i thought.

and so that's why i'm here now.

i do not know if i made the right decision in coming here,
some days are better than others, as we would expect,
but so far, it's as different as i wanted it to be.

let's see how it goes here, shall we?

etched. for good.

haven't written in a while, have i?

you know that feeling you get sometimes,
specially during lazy or really slow weekends,
where you just wake up in a daze,
and next thing you know it's already night,
and you don't know where the day went?

that's how it feels like for me,
particularly during these past few months,
particularly after everything that happened.

i now find it's september.

funny, i came here mid of july,
feeling the smelting heat here,
disoriented with the names, places, people,
trying to make sense of the events,
trying to settle down and handle at the same time.

i don't remember much, bit and pieces maybe,
messages, phone calls, words of advice,
friends cheering you up, or leaving you alone,
people pissing me off, feeling isolated,
feeling numb, feeling utterly alone.

but there is one thing i remember clearly,
images and messages sent to me from home,
i see men in uniform, crowds converging,
vehicles running around, solemn people,
words of hope, words of solace.

i remember the whole nation taking the time
and the effort to commemorate, to honour,
and more importantly, to doakan those who left.

that is something i will always remember,
and that is something i will always be grateful for,
and that is something that i will always treasure.

and in Allah i trust.

where do i start?

i've tucked this away for quite a while.
didn't quite know how to react to it,
let alone write about it.

one of my fave uncles passed away.
him, along with my lovely aunt,
and my 4 young cousins.

they were on THAT flight.

the irony of it all was,
i got word about the tragedy the night before.
little did i know that they were passengers.

the next day, afternoon here,
next thing i know my sis messaged me with;
"...dek, dak udak dek..."

my heart just sank.

it just. sank.
i mean, i knew what she would say next.
i just didn't have the heart to read it.

you all know what happened next.
everything was well covered
and debated and reported all over.

i was here alone. it was a tough weekend.

fast forward weeks now,
i try not to think about it too much,
as impossible as that may seem.
it's all just flashes of images to me.
and sometimes i wake up fearful.

i'm tearing up as i'm writing this,
and there are days when i just, you know,
cry over absolutely nothing, i guess.

but i've accepted the fact that this is fate,
there is nothing i can do about it,
and i can only pray for them now.

it's the best i can do.

in the meantime,
i will remember him in particular,
because i know he looked out for me when i was a boy.

there are 3 things i remember him by;

the time i watched my first world cup,
think it was italia 1990, argentina vs cameroon.
the match was in the wee hours,
the cameroonians surprisingly won,
i was asleep while he stayed up to watch.

then there was the time before he married,
i remember him being so in love with my aunt,
even named his fave sweets after her,
i remember being so happy for him,
and he was so much in love.

and then there's his traits.
he was funny, smart, handsome,
and a darn great uncle to have.

i love you.
all of you.
al-fatihah.

dual me.

i'm on a different continent now.

planning to have another bloggy
just to act as a diary for me being here.
we'll see how that goes ya.

well, in my mind at least, the plan is to still
have this bloggy to be active and running.
maybe i'll be a dual blogger, who knows?

in the meantime, please doakan me well here.

...i'm probably gonna need it.

you're my good boy.

this is why pets can be the best thing
that has ever happened to you.
off the wonderful bolt movie. go watch.

fickle me.

jodoh is fickle.

it's messy,
it's unorganized,
it's plain improper.

i know of friends who do the whole
flowers-candy-cards all the time,
only for things to crumble in the end.

and when he doesn't try so hard,
what happens then?
he meets his future wife.

and i know of friends who goes for someone,
aided by another friend for support,
only for it to be one-sided in the end.

and when the sadness and dissapointment
and dust finally settles down after a short while,
she ends up with a fiance and future husband.

and i know of friends who have never dated,
who puts everything else in their life first,
and doesn't even give a crap about love.

and the next thing you know,
she finds someone for the 1st time,
and years later they happily have 3 kids together.

jodoh. it's fickle
and messy and unorganized
and just plain improper.

...but it works.

sure! but maybe.

old habits die hard.

i always champion using your head
when it comes to deciding things in life.
particularly when it comes to relationships.

you have to seek excitement,
you have to seek a kindred spirit,
you have to seek compatibility.

remember the good old days?
when we were younger and carefree?
what did we base our hearts on?

we went for someone that we found attractive,
we went for someone who made us happy,
we went for someone out of pure, raw feelings.

now? we wonder if they have the same beliefs.
we wonder if they have the same ambitions,
we wonder if they fit into our vision for life.

i'm starting to think that this is a hindrance
rather than something that helps.
does anyone else feel the same way?

sure, we can expect someone to share beliefs,
we can expect some kind of level in ambition,
but can we fit into THEIR vision instead of ours?

if so, does that mean we're clouded
by our own expectations and hopes?
and does that make us selfish, i wonder.

perhaps it's time to throw caution to the wind,
to let ourselves go and follow our heart instead,
to take the huge risk, that's what relationships are.

...assuming they'll be as clean and organized at home.

see? old habits die hard.

the unemployment diaries #4

now, the one perk about being unemployed is
that you have the time to hangout with
the niece and nephew a.k.a little rascals.

one thing i've learnt about little rascals is,
they have this profound love and
unrivaled obsession with repetition.

that's right, all you need to do is,
well, ANYTHING really, and if it amuses them,
keep doing the same thing over and over
until you feel you wanna puke
or if your arms start falling off.

love isn't the key to kids. repetition is.

the unemployment diaries #3

3 things that i remember clearly during my final day;

1. the day just rushed by, and i wish i had more time
to sort out things the way i wanted to, and to speak
and spend more time with everyone i wanted to.

2. i couldn't write long farewell emails and i didn't
have the heart to meet everyone face to face. just getting
hugged by colleagues in the end had me on the verge of tears.

3. telling everyone that the industry is small, and
eventhough i may or may not be their colleague anymore,
i promise that i will always be their friend.

the unemployment diaries #2

being unemployed is probably like being retired.

i now have a newfound respect for retirees,
i can fathom what goes through their minds,
and i now feel as if i understand.

and what i do know and feel is this;
it's not that you are not able to contribute anymore,
it's because you aren't in a position to.

the unemployment diaries #1

so it's taken a few days,
but i have come to the realization
and full acceptance of my current fate.

yes. i am unemployed.

probably for most people it's a blast.
because we dont hafta wake up early
and we dont hafta go to bloody work.

which i totally agree with.

only problem is, just like secondary school,
going to school did not mean i had to study.
so, i dont really view going to work as purely working.

it's more like having puzzles for me to play with,
and the best part of all is, being able to see
and chat and have meals with my friends.

today i didn't have breakfast with friends anymore.

...it isn't a nice feeling at all.

round.

wear round glasses.
it'll make you seem smart.
or geeky.

...either way, it's a statement.

promise we'll be back tomorrow.

i found this song to be super duper catchy,
so here's a slightly modified lyrical posto
off the lovely "joy and pain" by chris richardson.

...and this doesn't mean aku tak dengo lagu mayu ok.

 

visual image of the day.

noone wants to let people down kan?

everyone wants to be the great big hope,
to be the one people are proud of,
and to be the one people can rely on.

...the worst part was seeing their disappointment in me.

yes it is.

there's a sombre mood in the air.

the air feels dry, it feels stale.
i see people moving about,
but they all seem harrowed and weighted.

i can feel their burden through their faces,
i cannot see their eyes,
noone is even making eye-contact.

silence is all around,
there is no joy, no happiness, no sun.
the black hole has engulfed us.

and with no cry for help,
noone to turn to,
and noone to find comfort and solace with.

...yes. it must be monday morning at the office.

I.U.T.#3

effective.

once again, i am blown away
by the simplicity and effectiveness
of something like la vie en rose.

...wish i was the one who wrote it.

"...hold me close and hold me fast,
this magic spell you cast,
this is la vie en rose.

when you kiss me heaven sighs,
and though i close my eyes,
i see la vie en rose.

when you press me to your heart,
i'm in a world apart,
a world where roses bloom.

and when you speak angels sing from above,
everyday words seem to turn into love song.

give your heart and soul to me,
and life will always be,
la vie en rose..."

melt me.

this for me, was one of the defining moments
in the wonderful, wonderful how i met your mother.
it melt my heart.

simple, really.

i'm pretty good when it comes to giving advice.

from experience, i have a pretty decent history
of seeking and pinpointing what's best for
those who i care about in my heart.

i never have a personal agenda when it comes to
directing or influencing cared ones in their lives.
i have their interests at heart. period.

sometimes i'm asked why i'm able to see things
in a different perspective, and why in almost all cases
i am brutally honest and rude in my criticism.

i think it's because people need it.
to hear what they don't necessarily know or want.
to me, the truth is worth more than blind positivity.

and as for how am i able to know all this,
and how am i able to view things differently,
the reason for that is quite simple, really.

...i am a screw-up.

thought of the day.

you know at work, sometimes you get that
automatic email reply that people set
when they are away from the office.

"...dear sender, i am away from the office
from today until the end of the month.
so i won't be able to entertain your email..."

was wondering, how does one entertain an email?

songs? jokes? magic shows?

Kaulah yang terbaik untukku.

i really like this song. a lyrical posto
off the lovely "lebih indah" from adera

 

(how divergent are you?) of the day.

i LOVE the idea behind that divergent movie.

you know, where society is carefully and
systematically grouped into several factions,
based on who they are as people.

let's examine the 6 possible factions for you!

1. abnegation - the selfless.
these are people who dedicate their lives to
helping and caring about the wellbeing of others.
a.k.a people who don't have real, paying jobs.

2. amity - the peaceful.
people who are fun loving and non-confrontational
and who trade on peace on earth for all mankind.
a.k.a sex-crazed and drug-fueled hippies and hipsters.

3. candor - the honest.
people who speaks the truth regardless
of the situation or consequence.
a.k.a golongan mokcik kite salu jumpe time kenduri.

4. divergent - the erm, divergentees?
people who demonstrate all of the traits above,
often showing a wide range of human capability.
a.k.a golongan manusie yang tamak halobe. or showoffs.

5. dauntless - the brave.
people who have the guts and brawn to defy human odds
in terms of physicality and bravery and honour.
a.k.a gay guys who go to the gym.

and finally you have people like me;

6. erudite - the intelligent.
people who think highly of themselves and
quite frankly find most humankind to be baboons
and idiots and annoying, moronic little bitches.

...i love the idea behind divergent. don't you?

retort of the day.

let's be adventurous and go see caves! just imagine the fun!

 
throughout the years, people have always
given me plenty of stick and ridicule for
not being adventurous or a social butterfly.

first of all, i don't give a crap about being popular
or being the person who loves going here and there.
and secondly, people are forgetting 1 important fact;

...i have a very nice apartment.

3T#2

now, once in a huge while,
huge controversies happen at work.
here's my take on these past few weeks;

"3 things i've learnt about work lately"

1. if you're gonna write amazing things on your cv,
make sure you REALLY know how to do them.
people will eventually know if you're incompetent, see.

2. sometimes the only person in this world
you can count on during hard times is yourself.
give it a shot, keep trying, and have faith in your smarts.

3. be nice to people. you might think that people
will always swallow crap from you, but remember
one very, very important point. they might bite back.

fact of the day.

now, i'm sure we've all heard
those wonderful and motivational words of
"why work under someone? be your own boss!"

that all may well be true, there's no denying the fact
that running your own business and earning your keep
and determining your own career is a great thing.

but here's the fatal flaw in that theory;

...not everyone has the capability to.

reflection of the day

it's always easy to get lost in praise and accolades,

but i absolutely loved it when lupita nyongo'o said this

when she won her oscar for 12 years a slave;

"...it doesn't escape me for one moment

that so much joy in my life is thanks to

so much pain in someone else's..."

brilliant.

I.U.T.#2

3T#1

boys and girls, let's try this out;
a brand new, shiny segment called "3 things".
as always, we'll see how it goes ya!

"3 things i've learnt over this weekend":

1. food tastes 30% better when we are flying high in the sky.

2. australian mosquitos fly slower than malaysian mosquitos.

3. twin-engine planes still needs to start manually.

i've got some habits even i can't explain.

just had to do one for the wonderful
"why try to change me now" by fiona apple.

 

till the moon's upside down.

being someone who loves reading and writing

and just seeing words in general,

i really really really wish i was the one who wrote this;

"...i'm sentimental, so i walk in the rain,

i've got some habits even i can't explain,

i go to the corner, and i end up in spain,

why try to change me now?

i sit and daydream, i got daydreams galore,

cigarette ashes, there they go on the floor,

go away weekends, leave my keys in the door,

why try to change me now?

why can't i be more conventional?

people talk and they stare,

so i try, but that can't be, cos i can't see

my strange little world just go passing me by.

let people wonder, let 'em laugh, let 'em frown,

you know i'll love you till the moon's upside down,

don't you remember i was always your clown?

why try to change me now?

so let people wonder, let 'em laugh, let 'em frown,
you know i'll love you till the moon's upside down,

don't you remember i was always your clown?

so why try to change me?

why would you wanna change me?

why try to change me now?..."

from fiona apple's "why try to change me now"

...i love it.

everytime i fall.

another lyrical posto, off the haunting
"black coffee" by the all saints.

by the 8th day comes death.

now, i am always open to new ideas

or new ways to improve yourself

or new, innovative ways of self-torture.

...enter the 7-day diet programme!

day 1 - you feed yourself fecking apple & melons

day 2 - you feed yourself green, yucky veggies

day 3 - you feed yourself fecking fruits and green yucky veggies

day 4 - you are rewarded with bananas, milk and yucky veggie soup

day 5 - you get beef (yeay!) but non-fried beef or gooey beef soup.

day 6 - you get more non-yummy beef and green yucky veggies

day 7 - you finally get to eat brown stuff! like brown rice and brown bread

the idea is to feed yourself with minimum food,

designed to detoxify your bodily system and lose weight,

aaaaall this to prove one major point in this universe;

...that guys are shallow so girls have to starve themselves.

I.U.T.#1

trying out a brand new "i used to" segment for postos.
just wanted to take some time to look back.
and as all things, we'll see how this one goes ya!

DickTionary#5

"Healthy Food"

- an assortment of perfectly edible items that taste like crap.
 

wah misterinye!

di dalam dunie ni kan, terdapat pelbagai jenis misteri.

antare contoh misteri di dunie ni adelah misteri makhluk asing,
misteri segitige bermuda, misteri piramid dan stonehenge,
misteri bulatan pertanian (crop circle), dan satu lagi misteri beso;

misteri kawan yang tak penah tengok cite heri poter yang banyak gile tu.

fast forward.

a posto, based on a touching conversation earlier today.

itch.

instead of 8, it's still only 2 am.

i hate it when i can't sleep.

...it messes with my brain.

grin.

based on a very, very satisfying chain of events earlier today;

DickTionary#4

"Close Friends"

- a collection of people that you first dump
whenever you get into a romantic relationship.
also the first people you come calling to
whenever you get dumped in said relationship.
over and over and over.
 

fuzzy logic of the day.

this exchange happened a few days ago;

strangers : eh, this is level 13 kan?
mua : did you press "13" on the elevator?
strangers : a ah, yes.
mua : this must be level 13 then.

things i do when i'm tired / pissed / bored.

fecking smart ass.

a few months ago, i don't remember where,
i was minding my own business when this,
maybe 5 or 6 year old came up to me and said;

"...do YOU know what the longest word is?
i do! the longest word in the world is smiles,
because it has a mile between the start and finish..."

honest to god i felt like saying;

"...do YOU know who's a whingy little bitch? YOU!..."

hmmmph.

DickTionary#3

"Flash Mob"

- a group of dancer wannabes, mostly uni kids
with nothing better to do with their free time,
performing acts of tekinje2 cam berok in public,
all in the hope of getting widespread attention,
despite not flashing their boobs or dicks in the process.

DickTionary#2

"Malaysian Book Of Records"

- a list of currently unbeaten acts or achievements,
that nobody gives a crap about here in mesia.
example; how kangkong is a measure of economic reform.

DickTionary#1

ok, let's try something new for 2014.
with all the cynicism i can muster,
i proudly bring to you, DickTionary!

"Guiness Book Of World Records"

- a list of (amazing) random events around the world,
celebrating all sorts of feats and achievements
that noone cares about. and sponsored by guiness beer.

looking back.

a posto. about life's choices. for mumu.

gadgetry of the day

look! a toaster that toasts bread, cooks eggs and burgers.

masak nasik je blom.

see, when it comes to gadgets,
i'm one of those people who are,
how to say, traditional.

despite having a smartphone,
i only use less than half of the functions,
and i have no idea what the rest of it does anyway.

now, imagine my amusement when,
a couple of months ago i see this colourful
ad for this gadget; "samsung gear".

it's this rather weird looking watch
that is supposed to be the hippest thing ever,
and it'll change the way you live your life!

...sure. i really need a watch to tell me my phone's ringing.

jot it down as you go along.

now, if you're like me, then chances are, you like lists.

if you're also like me, then you'd be interested in NY resolutions.
as such, you'd have a yearly list that is never completed,
and you stack em up the more you go on in life.

so, instead of the traditional modus operandi
of racking your brain and sweating bullets over
things you wanna do for your new years' resolution,
how about just doing something that is noteworthy for you,
and write them down as you go along?

that way, at the end of the year,
instead of having a 2015 NY resolution list,
you would end up with a 2014 achievement list.

so, to start things off,
number one on my list would be;
"...have a conversation with a complete stranger..."

now, on top of that being something fun to do,
you might end up making new friends in the process,
but there is also that extra benefit of learning something new.

...something like metallic coloured g-strings for transvestites.

true story, trust me.