I plucked mangoesteen off a tissue box.

Somehow lately i'm not only influenced by movies as how my dad would describe it. Advertising's taken it's toll on me-even with local fruits. Anyway, here's some info abt mangoesteen i read off the tissue box tht made me force my man to stop by the roadside stall otw to my hometown for the real deal.. (Thank goodness it's within season)
MANGGOSTEEN (Manggis)
Season: April-September
Nutrition value: Rich in Xantones, which r anti-oxidants that improve the immune system n have anti-viral, anti-bacterial n anti-fungal properties.

..perhaps i must add, improves the digestive system too..Aduh..sakit perut.. :-S

My first Crocs

At last..aftr years of gawking in disbelief while trying hard to convince myself tht comfort CAN defeat style, i finally came eye to eye with these super cute model tht need no principal-bending. Anyhow, u knw my humour..hence the friendly ghost...i don't say 'cute' but MY Crocs is cute laaah..haha

The Winning Eleven Cometh

Another Friday night of staying in..this time, different ambience altogether. Yeah, Ive spend the last 4 to 5 years in a household echoed with screams and yells from the Play Station fanatics..apart frm the occasional shriek of gedikness of my sister choke-slamming Wrestling, there's seldom a straight hour of undisturbed silence. Either my brothers fighting over shit stuf like the memory stick, the mockings of red cards and panelties or simply, my dad's cursing against the curbs of Gran Turismo.

Anyhow, apart from The Muppets Race that I could only muster so gracefully to the finishing line..never has it oocur to me that i'll b fascinated enough to know what Counter Strike's all about, to google for cheats for the SIMS or let alone to be stuck watching a full game of the infamous soccer game, Winnig Eleven..somehow, changes r healthy..hence, i got stucked watching not 1 but endless rounds of thy game..even saw the swirly field-whatever that means

Yeah..I yawned alright..for the 1st 2 games at least..while trying to concentrate on the book that i brought along (i knw id b needing it) but somehow after scanning the pages twice and still couldnt figure what ive been reading for the past 45mins, i give in, put down the book and tried to see whats all the chaos all about.

Now I understand..why my man and his merry men are so indulged in it. It is rather fun. and I did laugh (..like sincerely) when the guy was given the virtual red card and the desperate crossover during the last minutes and the virtual topple of the winning team and many more manly fun things they do like switching off the tv to mock the opponent..(i could feel their agony)

The thought of guys being glued to the LCD screen for hours used to be so questionable..like what the hell do they do, man..but then, I realized, it is kinda interesting..and Im glad to hav tagged along coz now I know..when a man said, they'd be out gaming with the guys, I am convinced that there's pretty much nil-room to slot hanky-pankys coz they seemed to be putting in heart and soul into the game like they're really on the field kicking balls..sigh..what can I say..men..they just wanna play/talk/sleep/eat/toy balls.

who r we to be standing pretty within the aplitude..(mcm muat pun.. :p)

The end is a beginning of a beginning to the end..

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love."

Rose Walker - The Kindly Ones
- sent to me via email circa 2007, by a stranger back then. Today, he's the love I've been waiting for..and he loves me too.

pis: thank god he's a man in uniform, not a rockstar..never were,never will be,never ever.

Random thoughts on the highway

Well, Im just too exhausted to think of any opening speech but i just feel like sharing quite a few things that crossed my mind and hoped to write without a lenghty elaboration within a duration of 24 hours ago..(6 days ago..i have a new hobby of collecting blog drafts)

Current state of mind: crowded but kinda blank-ey
Current mood: I-dont-understand-my-mood

1. The world is goddamn unfair. and we are technically obliged to do our part to make it a better place to live; UNFAIRLY. (otherwise, ure just as good as the extraterrestrials)

2. Becareful what u wished for..or be specific, like giving a time frame or an exact detailed description..cuz it could be something that kept coming to infinity and beyoooooooond.............

3. 'When You're Dreaming You're Halfway there'...should finish with...'to stain that pillow and if it's Mira, a good whack is on its way')

4. 'Sacrifices' should be taken out of the dictionary and 'duty' shall replace it among synonyms under 'Charity Case'

5. Some idiotic drivers (and some foreign hiway-jakun kiasus)simply MUST hog the right-lanes (even at 20km/hour) on a clear 3 lanes highway and tend to have the slowest reflex to respond to our flashings before taking 5 minutes to slowly maneuvre to the next lane (eventho the next car behind was waaaaaay behind with a tiny double dot, while jabbing on the brakes like a nutcase on a driving test while doing so) and the hiway hav also breed a new sickening and hell of a fecked up species called 'The all the way hi-beamers from the opposite lane' a.k.a gilabodosial

6. Men have the tendencies to strongly believe that women can read their mind

7. Men are getting more complex than women and their violent mood swings are probably due to their obsession trying to unsolve the mystery of PMS

8. Ego doesnt exist. Its just a word created to fort the martians against anything threatening against their secret dreamworld of manlyhood (and women just cant help being drawn to the masculine side)

9. The podium is the best place to party healthy (away frm smoke, drinks, stray hands, gossip and other disasters)

10. My sister is living in denial.

11. A GIRLFRIEND doesn't come in a box with an operating manual or a reset button.

12. Being penny wise and stingy would probably grant u the last laugh, just be sure u still have someone to laugh with by then

13. Being wealthy (or born lucky) doesnt mean anything if the averages surrounding u are having fun while u stood maintaining a posture trying to live up a certain 'standard'. And while ure having fun looking down on others, we might not even notice u were there.

14. Sip the bubbles? Never down a wine..? if it's in my glass, ill drink it whatever the feck i want. and dont even bother eyeing my glass if its a sparkling or a moet! if you're a muslim, do try me.

15. It takes only a split second to utter something hurtful, it could last a lifetime trying to make it right

16. I hate women who dont cook or clean.so plastic.fake.not sissy, dude..thats a manly thing to do and please stay away from me. even the queen cooks, u yuckers..

17. I hate mascots because they're fury and big and god knows what's inside..It's not real and the guy inside could be a perv or a serial killer for all u know. Proof that im not trying to be cute? I can pick a REAL lizard or a wiggly worm with my bare hands and campak to your face! wanna see...? (a cockroach's a diff story anyhow, i was born a cock-a-phobic haha) I dont do cute,id rather wash my car.ish!

18. stay tunnnnnnned......

Some Movies

Around the quarter end of last year, I was eyeing a fiction; p.s I love you. I was told that it’s a darn good read..But, bein so fickle so many times considering wether a trip to Borders is better than browsing thru Aldo, had brought me to date, with anything but the book. Instead, I found the movie. Im always the less-wary by the latest issue, so..its not much of a deal that I got pretty excited.

Anyway, im also quite surprised to find our 300 drool factor, Mr. Gerard Butler and Ms swanky starring alongside our FRIEND’s bluntie, Lisa Kudrow. I suppose it must’ve screened at the cinema too..and figured how outdated I am. (feeeeck!)

So anyhow, the movie was beautiful. Altho, its more or less a chick-flick, my man found it quite nice too. And he did not dozed halfway, so..u guys should believe me..go see it. (unless u have la..of course)

It’s quite frustrating that it’s rare nowadays to find a movie u cant really predict the ending thru the 1st 20 minutes..and its even harder to come out of a cinema theatre with less than a dozen F word, while regretting the movie tix u cant use again and the 8 bucks pirated dvd u can rerun anytime in case u dozed off midway.

We need more Quentin Tarrantino. More Mel Gibson’s kind of imagination to drive more appreciation to discourage piracy issue and delivers its purpose. Cuz I seriously think that, movies nowadays are qualitied to screen just as a cover up for amateur lovers in need of a darker place to explore each other instead of bein intrigued to see the show. Much worse that we Malaysian have a board of people filtering our theatre contents when our local channels are filled with endless negative real-life drama starred by our real-life 'heroes' (flesh and blood, bloody, corrupted and explicit too).

Anyway, another movie that got me awed was Sex and the city. (Yeah, i know the craze's over n this is like me reviewing the obsolete..but this posting had also been left idle in my draft box for quite sometime too..so, read on..shh) Well, despite the fact that there’s an entire row of shelf filled with the complete season in my house, Im crediting SATC the movie not only because my natural senses was aroused by the lineups of cool outfits and shoes worn by the casts, but also becaused im impressed with the writer's cleverness in delivering her message with a moral value we can all learn from and at the same time, injects a pinch of reality in the fairytale world of movies we all love to ponder in. Thus, despite getting carried away sobbing almost every 20 minutes thruout the entire film (even after 3 reruns), my feet was firm on the ground and not partially floating in dreamland(as always) and crash land as the movie ends, (in major chick flicks and romantic films.)

I also love the part that proved that no matter how modern a person can be, we somehow goes back to the old-fashioned way as the best approach for certain acpects in life, especially love. After all, love has been around for the longest time and no matter how much we've changed, it has survived to stay as the most important thing that kept us going. Geez, even directors need 'love' to give the best at what they do (needless if its the film, the money or even the actress)

pis: Last night i played SATC again. Paused halfway to take a shower (after all day of not showering..heh) cus after seeing them all glammed up and shiny, i felt so slobbish and comot. see how much a movie can influence someone....? that's y i hate horror movie. :p

piss: Another movie that speaks of 'me', the whole storyline, script, set and all is simply a reason to hope for more good movies blossoming. Watch Love & Other disaster

awesome...

via videosift.com

anyone could do this, could turn me on.... *drool*

Ice

Quite awhile ago when I was still in school, I walked to a friend's home. It was blardy sunny and as I got to her place, my throat were claiming some extra chilled beverage to wash down the sahara tunnel. So bein closed as we were good friends, I helped myself to some ice cubes from the freezer to go with my Ribena. Bein a civilised guest, I refilled the ice tray before placing it back.

See, I was brought up seeing people around me filling the ice trays with tap water..so, I've been following the footsteps for as long as I can remember -bein tall enough to reach up to the freezer. Somehow that day, my friend's elder sister kinda interrupted my doings in a kind of irked manner. She said 'please fill it with 'air masak' (a term for boiled water)'. she gave me some kind of disgusted look like im so selekeh and walked out of the kitchen.

I continued filling it with tap water, insert the tray back onto its place in the freezer and joined my friend in her room.

I wasn't so bothered by the sister's disgusted stare and her i'm-a-clean-freak-attitude at all. why?
because in science class, a syllabus had filled me with 2 ways of killing germs and bacteria.
one: pembakaran
second: pembekuan..

pis: I have always felt sorry for those who likes to play snobbish but proven to be stupid instead..kesian kan..? felt like helping but, i also know that it's kinda hard to help the bodoh sombong. *shake my head*

Justified Shopaholic

Oh the SALE! don't you just love it that the great Malaysia sale is back? I think it's getting better and better that I no longer look forward for the (now i consider..) overrated Great Singapore Sale.
So..as usual, I never missed 1 sale event without at least a story to sigh for during end-of-the-month..this time, my story started with RM45.

I was in IKEA shopping for curtain rods for my new home in jb. Knowing how chronic my compulsiveness when browsing while trailing the arrows painted in the sweedish floor, I decided to short-cut my way straight to the rod n blinds section. Once the trolley's filled with rods, the thought of skipping unnecessary stops to get to the cashier slipped and probably stayed in IKEA till now...cuz str8 after the rods, I stop at every other sections..even grabbed some item next to the cashier while queing. it all begins in the sectian somewhere after curtain, the bed covers section

I saw this Quilt cover, queen size with 4 pillow cases. It was only RM45. Seeing what a good deal this was, I grabbed the orange printed offer without any hesitation. As usual, my super active brain was already visualizing my bedroom and all the way to the cashier, I took at least 1 item frm every section to compliment my new bed theme..it doesn't end there. While driving back frm IKEA, my mind got excited n start visualing revamps of my slumberland.

So the next day, I dragged my victim, Hani, to get 2 bucket of paints and countless more stuf for painting purpose, and another countless more decorative stuff plus another quilt cover I saw while looking for a bedspread to match my 45 bucks IKEA covers (which I didn't even get in the end).

After abt an hour spent in the hardware, I spent the rest of the night coming up and down a stool painting my 2 walls with Tiffany turquoise.

Being a perfectionist,
I couldnt wait to see the result thus, got the paint job done in 4 hours (pretty record for a 1st timer huh..)..but...

Being a perfectionist stuck in a klutzy body,
means the edges were comot and needless to explain, how I spent the nxt hour scraping off paint on my bedroom floor..I wish I could ctrl+z-ing smudges and use healing tools for the tarnished cream wall adjacent to the freshly painted..but I couldn't, so I came up with another idea and bought a bucket of black paint to border my wall@ to cover the mess (have not even jab open the Nippon cover, to date)..

I slept for a mere 3 to 4 hours but the next morning, another ingenius idea popped (self appraisal, in context of keeping a positive mind), I went to IKEA and get a shelf as part of the so-called makeover programe and decided to give a go to mission impossible, to drill the wall myself. so that day, I gotta settle changing the bed covers + squeak-clean the bedroom floors + frame suitable pix to hang on the wall + drill n fit the shelf + drill to fit a mirror above the shelf and take a bath within the next 7 hours before an appointment...which also means, i was suppose to get ready too..

Everything went out quite well despite the hullaballoos n chaos caused by my sister who never failed to make everything move at a very slow pace to suit her 'blessed' nature (she came for a wknd away frm college to remind me that i should hav strangled her when she was a baby, but I couldn't now cuz I've thought myself to love her). The repercussion frm much attn paid to my sister's boyfriend issues, I haywiredly hung the frames at the very last 15 minutes b4 he arrived..With no idea what pix to frame, I managed to vandalize some of my art books collection (they're probably not even in our local bookstores!*sniff*sniff*),,and mixed in some humour ripped out from my batman comic. Si, there's a batman infamous trademark on top of my head. (probably the reason y last night I talked in my sleep and got up to gesture my sleep-talkings for the 1st time in about 6 years..


but its all worth it to end up with a month's salary to ensure the orange quilt cover is a value-for-money. and tho i'll still sigh, this time ive a nice bedroom to release all the tense in..phew....

LV trash bag

It doesn't matter who or who can afford to buy or to sell (or to fake) these LV trash bag, it's just a little too much i guess. Considering the monograms, i'm guessing a price tag for a piece could feed 10 (or even more) hungry people somewhere somehow.. simply idiotic. The world is craysee already..1st they protect animals more than they do kids on the streets, then they prefer to humiliate one another to defend a dead cow's skin, then they....bla..bla..bla...bla...

The Perhentian Experience

Well...the plan took place waaaay back about 4..or 5 months ago..He was suggesting we go there as he bragged about his experience. Being him, plan would be just a plan if there's no pushing to it. Summore we thought it'll be nicer to hav couple of friends along..thus, this friend's not free then, we weren't free when they are and so on and so forth..so this time around, my cousin's goin for a shooting..along with a couple of independant band (+ their leave-approved follower) havin some mini-gig on the island so I took the chance. Having a group of KLites to be stuck with on an island should be fun. Booked a flight bout 4 days early, so..kindof slaughtered him with a 500 return tix to Kota Bharu. He smirked but cant really complaint cuz if it's gonna be a 1ringgit MAS tix next month, it could possiblybe another 5 months of 'the plan to perhentian'..

After countless checklist and much slaughtering (especially him..*cough* my responsibility as a gf) buying unecessary stuf to make our island stay much pleasurable, we just couldn't seal the deal without a complete row of huge fight.. It's a perfect plan especially when we were actually fighting for nothing. Cuz I cant name it here but basically, he had done his part and I've done my share of to dos and to brings but we just hav to make things hard for each other before coming up clean that everything's checked. Greatness. I love my boyfriend, dude.

Im suppose to get the limo to the airport and picked him up from his home along the way. Despite him asking me to pack a day in advance, I took down my wheeler by midnight (5 hours to board)..I was alone at home. Biasala, every single thing gotta be tried on, mix and match in front of the mirror, pegang this and that handbag to match, tukar2 hat to mix beforehand..(Note that, this was all purely for the sake of getting good pictures) As I was doin this, I heard the grill unlock..He came in as I was clad in one of the hundred bikinis I was gonna bring.. kantoi.. hhaha..he couldnt sleep (couldn't wait to b precise), thus came over..and me...well, enough said.*LOL*

Arrived at the Besut jetty on time..a lil ahead of time actually..and then we bought a return speed boat tix and stop at Cocohut Chalet in Perhentian Besar... Only to foresee a fisherman village right accross. Not a pretty sight. demmit. Needless to say, the look of 'puas-hati-get-to-kenakan' me was clearly shone on his handsome face cuz I picked the chalet & had been bragging abt it since the last couple of days. So, plan was crossed there and then. With no place booked and people telling us that it's a peak season, we decided to just cincai take the water taxi to Perhentian Kecil.

As we arrived on P.Kecil, the I-dont-travel-light-luggage I took was made an excuse for him to sit under a sheltered beach-side restaurant and enjoy his first drink while I had to scout for a place. Long Beach spreads about a km..with chalets lining up every 2 metres..So, bein choosy as we wanted an air-con room, I skipped all the 12 hours electric-generated chalets. At the end of the faaaaar end of the island, there was Bubu.. so far, it's the only chalet that looked exactly (if not better) as shown online. BUT, their walk-in rate means we gotta fork out at least 350 per night..and package can only be booked online or from their HQ in KL. So, i walked back the km, making stops on each and every chalet that provide aircon room. Halfway thru the super-hot sand (even with my slippers on), he called on my cell, giggling as he asked me of my findings- he had a clear view of me panthing with my shirt off (cuz I really dont give a damn if the people could tell that Im walking in an undergarment instead of a bikini!! panas gila siot and my shirt was soaking with sweat..b*bi..)..I shoot some glances at the mat salehs sunbathing with 'kau gila ke ape..' thought in my head. Seriously, the ray was killing..I couldnt imagine myself sunbathing in a million years..

In the end, I called my cousin who stayed in Mohsin..just a few steps from the taxi drop-off and asked her to enquire of any vacant room..with or without air-con..feck it.we just need a room!. She called back with a bloody good news. they hav air-con room. We were just bein plain idiots cuz on the net states that the place offers half day electricity. We learnt that, it differs depending on occasions. This time around, only 2 hours are off electricity cuz its high season. Fuckerama.

We settled for 170. The top room with aircon with a view to blasah someone for..I cant really say 'to kill for' cuz I was greeted with 2 geckos in the bathroom..It was HUGE!.. i thought it was there as part of the decor. I learnt that its real cuz the second time I went in, there's only 1 left and it was not in its original position..ugh..seriously...ugggghh! its like so huge, u can arrange 10 house-lizards on its back! no joke

We positioned the aircon to dry ourself..and after, changed into my chanel (lookalike) bikini and came down to join my cousin (style mesti mau ada k..I need good pictures to flash..haha)..With my new hair cut, he said I looked so posh-y..-so sweet, baby..though I knew u were trying to make me feel better after u made me walk a marathon earlier). The stairs up to our chalet itself was like climbing the stairs to Batu Cave (I quote u *Chris- if u ever come across this blog).

The rest of the day, we spent makan, sat by the beach, gedik-ly dipping ourselves in the sea and got back to the room to get ready for the mini-gig that night. We missed much of the show cuz we went out for seafood BBQ by the sea..But we did enjoy a show by our very own Yunanis (I think that's her name..)..she's really good..very Norah Jones-y. The staff at Mosin was a complete fecked-up locals tho. They're so rude and simply zero-courtesy. Can you imagine them answering us with a 'no' or 'tak' ever so rudely and then witness them turn to a minah salleh next to us and talk so sofly and nicely even tho they're not an inhouse guest. morons

Yes, if you're a local..DONT GO TO MOSIN or better still, DONT STAY IN LONG BEACH..come there for the night life and but be prepared to be treated shitty. It was a complete fecked up stay as there were water interruption. so we had to shower next to the dormitory with a public view and walk up and down the stairs in towels while carrying a timber filled with toilettries (seriously, so Awie in Zombie Kg Pisang dude). You see, it'd be quite an experience to laugh at n we wouldnt be so mad if they talk to us nicely and apologize or at least, serve us food as a patron at their chalet. But nyet...no food. no sorry. no hospitality. no smile. They say, Melayu mudah lupa. Well, go to Mohsin for a display of stereotype puppets. The next day, we asked for refunds + half a price we paid for the room. I'd give them credit for at least giving us back our money but, sorry dude..you couldnt erase the memory..and definitely a lifelong bad experience to tell to friends whose planning to stay there. I hope your precious tourists dont come to us locals for advice on the best place to stay in Perhentian. (mind you, when word spread, I can guarantee you some bonus fabrications...congratulations..)

When I said the locals bein rude, they were actually city ppl who migrated to work on the island cuz the Kelantan/Terengganu dialect-speaking ppl (the real locals) are very very nice and friendly. A guy mending a snorkling booth suggested we go to the other side of Perhentian Kecil, the Coral Bay. So, we tracked the jungle for abt 10 minutes to check out the place. It was SUPER. This resort we found is new. It's called Shari-La. with some chalets still in work progress, they offered a promo price of RM144 a night for a chalet that has it all... beautiful chalet+aircon+fan+satelite tv+hot/cold shower+mini bar+generous space in and outside the chalet+fresh towels+complimentary bottled water+breakfast! plus...the open-air restaurant's caters to a spread of infinity turquoise view and this resort even hav its own private beach (also known as the romantic beach..like..very private + romantic!)..the actual price after promo is RM180..still beats Mosin's RM170 chalet that consists of a bed, a joined bathroom, aircon, very limited space and 2 complimentary geckos.

Seriously peeps, if ure goin to Perhentian, stay somewhere else around the island..Jungle track or take a water taxi to Long Beach for the night life and much needed eye feasting of international boobs and hot babes/hunks. Eat where u stay. cuz in Long Beach, tho cheap, for the same price, u'll get 3 extra juicier and bigger shrimps elsewhere plus lobsters. The beach we stayed on served lobsters at RM5/each..The thought that Victoria Station charging around RM70 per serving made us wallop 8 lobsters that night. Seriously. it's fresh.juicy.perfectly grilled. I really didnt notice the cracked plates or the mismatched utensils already!

Long Beach is famous because its lively at night. If ure planning to walk out of ur chalet and drag ur snorkeling gear to see Nemo straight away as u enter the water, go to the opposite side of Kecil or the side of Besar that doesnt face Kecil. You can swim on Long Beach like u do in PD tho cuz its all sands, only clearer. Trip Advisor and WIKI's majority readers are europeans, aussies and mostly backpackers. So don't fall for it unless ure backpacking, in a group or singles with wandering johnny..& eyes too..anyway, I suppose travelers frm the city seeks tranquility n a peace of mind away from noises that's y they go to islands. Jln Doraisamy's a better bet compared to a broken speaker blasting last season beats n a crowd that request 'Big Yellow Taxi' to dance to.. Long Beach is kinda overrated la..i can deftnitely guarantee u that all the cool tourists dont even stay there.

For campers, there's a trillion beautiful spots around the island. For families, Perhentian Besar or Redang is the place and as for couples on getaways, either Shari La or Mira resort (and some others I didnt get to see for u guys..but here's 2 that got my jaw open wide enough to put a whole apple donut in). DO NOT fall for the pictures u saw online. period. Mira resort got my attn while passing thru on a snorkeling trip, despite the name..it's secluded and the beach that spreads before it...aaaww...beautiful..simply fabulous.

Back to my journey..we went snorkeling on our 2nd day. 1st stop, the shark point. The moment we jumped off the boat and dunk our head in the water, we saw a foot-long shark. Despite out boatman telling us that these sharks are vegetarian (a haha factor), I couldnt help feeling jittery. A shiny earrings could easily trigger these reputable creature as provoking. Thank god it swam down under near the ocean base..With the current making it ever so difficult to move, I got a lil nervous. My man was holding the underwater camera. Either he was so fascinated with the sharks or he's too busy trying to get to our boat, he didnt snap a single picture of em regardless. His reason bein 'not a nice angle'..riight..as if the sharks gonna stop to pose for u, honey..grrrr.. If only the camera wasn't tightly secured to him, we might get at least one semi-bad shot cuz I saw 3 of em..one longer and the other..well, perhaps, its the earlier one making his rounds checking out my oversized faux-diamond studs. Anyhow, it kinda freaked me a lil so I nudged Alfie to get to the boat.. So, there we were, swimming awkwardly and flapping our chaotic way against the current to get out of the water. The sight of us was badly hillarious, i can only imagine. Seriously, we were like Titanic victims splattering frantically on our own. About 5 metres away, we surfaced and couldnt see 'safety'. The boat was about a hundred metres away behind us. The guy just maneuvered the boat to pick up our less-frightened snorkeling friends! Needless to say, I burned my whole breakfast-energy trying to get to it while mentally challenged trying to combat any bad thoughts (damn 'the secret'..this point, i hate the rule of attraction!)

Next, we went turtle hunting...I saw my first turtle!. Before we got to Perhentian, I was so excited I thought of grabbing a turtle's back when I see one. But the turtle I pictured resembles Crush from finding Nemo..all talkative and dude-ing everyone but this one looks like a moving rock with a beak as big as human head. Seriously, it looks like a dinosour. From afar, it looks pretty delicate, but if it EVER appear next to me..I think i'd drown myself to spare the fear. Then we made circles while peeking thru the clear water for any sign of a moving 'rock'..Saw another turtle surfacing for air..this one much much bigger! An Aussie guy did us a favour to snap a close-up picture of it. He dived in and snapped a pic of the turtle really close, like within an arm reach. Cool guy. he looks like Nicholas Cage and did the coolest thing like jumping off a lighthouse.. he didn't stay in Long Beach...

Anyway, on the last day of our stay, we crossed over to Long Beach for some social event.. We met this doctor couple who wanted to check out the nightlife on the island. So, we jungle tracked 10 minutes in the pitched black forest with only the handphone light to lead the way. On the way there, our euphoric minds overpowered our fear, so the journey was not so bad. In Long Beach, we parked out butts at a bar and indulged in some night time activity.. After, we made new friends while lepaking on the beach. Some very interesting people indeed. They're from a major production house in KL, there on an assignment while holidaying. One of them was a former dj from wow, his pal, a chinese-thought-malay speaking mat saleh and the other friend is a local guy, there to lead the team. They goes by no.1, 2 and 3. A very interesting crowd indeed. I was greeted with a story from the dj of his scary encounter on Perhentian. The fact that he used to hav a career alluring ppl to stay tuned, made me listen to his story despite the thought that i will hav to go thru another dark n scary trip back to where we stayed. So, I shared the story with my entourage to ensure that i'm not the only timid member of my jungle-track team.

After much laughter, experience and interesting stories shared..(not to mention the priceless sight of no.1 being the 1st person I've ever seen so depressed being on an island, u rawk, Narveen.....would love to bump into u guys again) we head back to our chalet after much agony we had to bear to go through the worst 10 minutes walk of our lives..(thanks for the door-scratching story, Kubhaer!). Despite the pleasant memories that's permanently engraved in my mind, I have to thank '5 chai' for causing me my camera and also my precious iPod...and yeah, thanks Chris for helping us look thru the sand for it..its as good as the other half 5 chai Kubhaer dropped.

So, there..partially, these posting is long due to my attemp to help u share a glimpse of our trip since there's no picture show off..'cept for the underwater camera that develops to 27 pieces of craps. mostly me..the best of the 27 is the clearest view of my twisted arms that carry the clearest resemblance of a drowned frog so...no, im not sharing any of those...and some pictures of Nemo and turtles from close shot but u can simply google for thousand times nicer images...cuz the turtles from our camera looks almost like a rock with grafitti and I really dont know which angle should i post it to spare u from twisting ur head or the monitor to make out what it really is... All in all, although its pointless to brag how nice pictures we have in our lost digital cam, it's enough to guarantee u that in the future, i'll be posting millions of pictures from our next trip there. soon..very soon perhaps..

*sniff*sniff*
Tips:

• Only carry the skimpiest clothing that fits into 1 backpack
• 4 types of sunblocks guarantees rashes
• Carry a torchlight
• If you're travelling in a group of 3 (straight men) and planning to pick up a stranger to share the room with, make sure he's not gay..

Why not?

I am F-ing sleepy!
I've been trying so hard to guard the lids of my eyes from joining.. in a holy matrimony of eternal bliss of slumberland..
Damnit!!
these guys in my office been shooting cynical glances and making faces ... normally they'd succeed to release the littlest of endorphin by provoking me to participate in a verbal war of sarcasm. This time its intolerable. even their annoying remarks are barely audible...

IF ONLY..
In times like this, we have spare pairs of eyes..and we can carry the other pair around in container filled with solutions..just like our lenses.
And when we get sleepy whenever we shouldnt be, we can just pop in the apare and soak the sleepy ones to fresh. Wouldnt that be nice?

BUT OF COURSE..
if those are possible, people like my sister would've long lost her spare eyeball, or even hav none already by now..people like Haizi would have bitten one of her own out of hunger and curiosity..people like Mush will have hers found flat on the floor (cuz i terpijak..or i saje pijak pasal geram..haha), people like Lyn and Lieya would've 2 eyeballs in 1 socket cuz they hav short span memory loss (and realized abt it the next day..)..and dont even get me started on the boys..

Im off for a Kacip Fatimah kick ... supposedly it gave energy *cough*

The Sacred Ritual

Sacrifice - for the sake of LOVE

In this particular matter, Sacrifice corresponds to gazillions of prototypes. Considering that most of us got ourselves involve with hickeys while still clutching a book-band, we’re probably equipped with at least a 2G memory worth of experiences of how we had to dramatically handle such predicaments that demands us to sacrifice in relationships.

Well, they say that; Love = Sacrifice.
That, I pretty much agree.. but due to aplenty perceptions and understanding, I got pretty confused with this one particular type…
how can anyone sacrifice by letting go of the person they love..? even more questionable when one does so to let their partner find happiness elsewhere..

Perhaps..dad’s would hav to go thru that phase and ‘sacrifice’ their daughter to a man he finally found faith in (probably after 3 times of thorough background-checking and auditing of all sorts of personal records) to continue loving his girl and provide him with mini living entertainments device that runs around on 2 legs (which doubles as twigs on the family tree.)

You see, theoretically (to my understandings at least), sacrifice demands an offering of something valuable.. life, fortune, soul, a month’s wage..etc in order to recover something even more worthy, u see..
That’s the whole point of sacrificing..without gaining anything in return, why would anyone wanna let go of their valuables..? That’s why ‘sacrifice’ is a good practice..cuz it brings benefit, it makes things better! To let go, and not hoping for anything in return is as good as doing charity..See?
And…in most cases, we give away unused item/extras/ items we don’t need for charity.

So, in dad’s case.. Sacrificing his daughter will bring him many great favors in return, extended family, happiness.. and not to mention the bliss of not having to deal with migraine on a weekly basis anymore after bein dislodged off a month-long-PMS-prone creature they call ‘daughters’

But for lovers? Yes, am sure u’ve heard a story or two frm them..Hypothetically how this guy who’s broke/not-ready/whatever had to let go of his girlfriend so she can pursue her dream of getting married and hav kids by year end..or maybe, a girl who had to let go of her bf because he wants a good wife n mother to his kids while her, bein a spoiled brat and can’t cook and clean to save her life, thought its only right to let him be happy with a girl who suits him better…(???)

I just think that it’s illogical..bull maybe.
In my opinion, if you love someone..whats the point of letting go? Rather than sacrificing your lover, why don’t you sacrifice your own time and energy or money even..to try your very best to be the one to fulfill whatever vacant spots needed to bring happiness to your partner. Wouldn’t it be more meaningful to be the person credited to make that happen? Instead of letting go (sacrifice la konon) and let someone else deal with that..sounds a lil selfish and irresponsible, isn’t it?

Perhaps, if your lover claim that it’s a ‘sacrifice’..what they really meant was ‘Ive given up’
Perhaps, when your lover claim that it’s a ‘sacrifice’.. whats really going on is, they’ve already foresee a possible chance of happiness with that other person they’ve been secretly dating while with u..

Maybe…quite rational kan?

If that’s the case, why can’t they just be straight forward and say smtg like ‘I don’t think this is working’ instead and save us all the telenovela bimbangs, correct?.

And..shall we put a lil bit of thought into it..
WHAT IF, even if it’s mutual that u both agree that letting go is the best way to settle ur issue, and after u’ve declared ur sacrifices, both of u couldn’t find the make-believe happiness elsewhere..and WHAT IF, by the time u realized that by years that has gone by, uve already hav 3 kids and still keeping thoughts to yourself day in, day out, IF ONLY these 3 kids are products of u and the one u truly loves and not just someone u marry to please ur parents/to piss ur ex/to win that marathon of who marries 1st blah blah blah..
And then u start bein cranky and shit, blaming ur past decision, let regrets haunts ur closet and finally, ur marriage goes down the drain and u end up alone...by then, it’ll be too late to realize that, the one u sacrificed was indeed irreplaceable..was in fact, the only person u ever truly love. Then u jadi gila, ur kids got taken away and u end up in asylum posing a waterworks by the window..wishing for Doraemon to take u back on a time machine.

Ya ya..laugh..laugh..sounds ridiculous? Well now it is..wait till u wake up 30 years from now with a massive black mess engraved in ur history line-up if you hav an intention of pulling this stupid sacrificing stunt in ur relationship..Come on,..probably those soap operas and sandiwara semasa u watched too much hav ruled against all ur better judgement in making decision..but u see, reality bites. Soap operas just makes u go sniff and sobs..which only proves that the directors are doing a great job to ensure u continue subscribing to Astro..u think they’d bail u out of your own mistake? Na-ah…(go pinch urself a lil for that dramatic effect of reality..welcome to the real world, sugarr!)

So, perhaps next time you’d like to think it through with your partner before u guys start mumbling spells while performing a ritual to sacrifice a beautiful relationship. Nothing is perfect. Maybe what u hav in hand just need a lil polishing and extra suspension to absorb trials. Be there for each other thru thick and thin..It’s even more meaningful to be staring at each other one day and whisper ‘We made it!’..In the meantime, save your offering for later days..who knows, someday, a loved one might need your kidney or ur entire savings to continue their Ph.D or something, then you should really ‘sacrifice’ wisely and be blessed for a worthy deed.

Sarifice? Hmmph.. mellow dramatic la you people..

Musical Agenda

Was at the Sunburst Festival last Saturday @ The Bt. Kiara Equestrian.. carrying with me an umbrella and some used newspaper to separate my butt from stamping the wet grass due to downpour earlier that day. As usual, finding a cark park has never been a merciful task whenever an event took place there..with the entrance facing a junction, a flyover and whatever not. Giving a clear picture of a not-so-beautifully lined cars parking-scattered all along the road from afar so you’d be prepared to either fill ur tank to be able to make trillion rounds for a shorter walk to the venue OR pull a 3-pointer at the very 1st sign of an empty space and get ur Evian ready for a walkathon. Anyway, we chose to pay unofficial authorities for an access to the Science center parking lots and (still had to) walk..a lil.

At the entrance, tho we didn’t need to queue to show off our complimentary tickets *ehem*, I was somehow welcomed with a good splash from a puddle carpeting our way in (thank god, I wear slippers)..past the entrance and paying decent respect to Mush’s hommies (the horsies), our eardrums can already catch the dings and dangs from the 3-active stages playing I-have-no-idea-what (I didn’t bother to even look for the 4th stage-tak penting). Somehow, I still couldn’t get my spirit in 1 place to be even half excited at the thought of seeing Incubus and John Legend performing live. Having missed the private-cocktail to mingle with the artist the night before to surrender to my blessed-nature of laziness and an aching body, the thot of not getting to memorize the whole lyrics frm both albums (to avoid some alih-bahasa-styled lip sync and laughed at by neighbouring audiences)..made it even less inviting..so, I was checked-mate into dragging my lazy ass to tail my excited entourage across the field to see Roots (they were peforming as we arrived)

The Roots was somehow listenable..but my state of mind and feet just wasn’t warmed enough to sway a smooth shake to mock the music and join my friends who danced like they’ve been a religious-listener to the band..(not..!hha..but u guys rawk nevertheless)..2 bands after that, we found ourselves crushed in-between inconsiderate assholess cutting thru to block our view with a massive slabs of fats standing 2ft taller and a group of sleek-and-shiny beings of various sizes smoking a nasty-smelled cigarette while happily blowing it to the back of our heads and talks loud enough for us to smell their rotten-corpse-smelling-breath.!ugh! The crowd was immovable..people are crushing to get a closer-view of Johnny (or better yet, to catch a sprinkle of his armpit waterworks perhaps)-can u imagine those morons bein selfish and contaminate the small amount of quality air left for me to breathe?? (after much my nose had to filter;10 perfumes mixed together, BO, sweaty-wet shirts, BO, the intolerable good-smell of the cute guy standing next to me (tipu je..), sweats…etc..btw, those idiots r not local, so that qualified them to be called ‘kurang ajar’!)

Legend was suppose to be on at abt 10..but the torturing environment made me whine and lost the last pieces of patience I hav left in my already-half hearted self. So, I cursed the star. Well, no doubt u hav quite a crowd.No doubt ure a star. So, supposedly the fashionably-late image is somehow unquestionable..not! not for me la at least. But since Im bein cranky despite the fact that I didn’t really fork out 200 bucks 4 tix, I just don’t think it’s fair for everyone else to be kept waiting like that. I think he’s just simply ‘mengada’.. so, while waiting 4 the man who self-pronounce himself a legend, me and my friend indulged in some bitching-me: complain..complain..complain and she feds me some infos abt the private cocktail and how Mr. Legend kept everyone waiting for him (naturally) and then appeared for a mere 10 minutes and left..according to reliable sources, he’s just not in the mood cuz his girlfriend didn’t make the flight to Malaysia.wtf? emotional-bimbangs?..not professional ok!

So, as I gave myself the last 5-minutes to withstand the heat n be surrounded by Legend-hungry fans and countless eardrum-piercing shrieks due to false-alarm..(everytime, a crew appeared frm backstage 4 last-minute preparation, they screamed their lungs thinking it’s him..hah!), he finally appeared…so very arrogantly standing chest-out..arms wide open and tilt his head a lil for the ‘The Rock’-effect..

Ok, girls (and guys too) were screaming like they’ve just seen an angel-fall before their eyes..(thank god I lost my Johnny-craving friends somewhere in the crowd, cuz I can imagine how I’d be half-deaf by the time Incubus takes center stage and it wont make me very happy considering Incubus bein my sole-purpose bein there). Probably if Johnny didn’t test my patience and made me spoil my hair, I would’ve joined the crowd n pleased him the pleasure of bein worshipped like that. Instead, I mumbled, ‘this better be good!’..few head turns and gave me the nod-I suspect those are boyfriends whose WII was pried frm their hand to make their girlfriend happy..

Anyway, thank you God..he is in fact, GOOD! Quite a handsome face inperson but as he sweat himself to the 3rd song, his ‘boroi’ness made way to show against him soaked-white-T. Somewhen during the show, a girl I made friend with told me that there’s a video of him on YouTube getting a boner while having a fan on-stage to dirty dance with him..so I kinda hoped to see something like that..you know…true enuf, he did call a girl upstage to dance with him. The girl, granted with a story to brag to her greened-eyed-friends clearly didn’t offscoured the opportunity.She kindof smothered herself with Johnny’s sweat while a battlecry-sound effect filled the atmosphere. Well, I just couldn’t imagine sticking myself to someone’s sweat like that..regardless if it’s Johnny or Hugh Jackman or..hmm…Alfie even…kot…but anyhow, I applauded. At least someone gets an action. Tho, I guess Johnny learned from his lesson and picked someone quite decently dressed and perhaps...errmm..not-so-hot...so...No boner…*boriiiiiing*

I left the swamp for the loo aftr the 5th song I guess.. somewhere away frm the crowd, i turned..guess what, the view was way clearer frm behind the hungry crowd...with no curly hair blocking Johnny’s pot belly and generous fresh air n space too!. You can even sit on the grass and enjoy Johnny jumping around the stage and hear his singing clearly. So, learnt from the 5-secs theory that I just cooked up, I went straight to the other stage and got myself ready for Incubus..

I set my mat somewhere 30 metres frm the stage. The assembly hasn’t formed, clearly wetting themselves for whatever’s left of the legend. As I sat alone on the mat, I texted my entourage of my latitude, then i took off my slippers and stretched my leg for a smoke. Gosh, it was heavenly. It crossed my mind how lucky we are in Malaysia..Imagine Woodstock..or in fact any other paying concerts out there..Can u imagine the crowd? Ugh! Here, the last person at the end of the crowd still stood within a hundred metres from the stage..and yet u hav the comfort of beer-drinking your way around...stretch ur arms wide open and dance goofy without having to step on someone’s feet. Even if u do, u x have to worry abt blocking the way to stop and apologize, swap glances and even numbers if ure witty enough.

As my friends lost their way in the crowd again, I stood on my mat (turned dance floor),ready to welcome Mr. Brandon & co. As I suspected, we hav more fans crowding the stage..Not to mentioned few lost-looking girlfriends making their way thru the crowd..must be looking for their WII-freak boyfriend who decided to lose them for something much worthy..(I don’t blame them)

We weren’t kept waiting for the 1st song to soothe our ears..Punctual as Legend never was..they even managed to jump-que to push our local band, Search to wrap it up.( Pity them, half of the audience didn’t even wait till Incubus ends to avoid traffic, can u imagine how little stayed to see our legendary local band? tsk..tsk..)
However needless to say, during Incubus performing..the crowd was so enthusiastically lively. I was alone but still, it didnt stop me from jumping around on my mat, not caring the surrounding and continue bafooning myself to tune after tune. The performance was over the top! Worth every veins and muscle ive strained to be there that night..

Somewhere in between ‘Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eighty four
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! camera! Transaction...’ Brandon took off his shirt...Oh gosh..Can’t really picture that with word..but enough to say that my phone beep with an sms from Mush saying ‘i knw..ure havin an orgasm right now!’..
Didn’t exactly happen that way..but I did screamed till i hurt my tonsils...*pengsaaaan*
(that bitch knows me well..*bitch*)

I hoped to hear I Miss You.. but I left after their gimmick (everyone thought the show was really over)..after my last glance of Brandon’s lean-tattooed build, we made way to a friend’s birthday bash. But it was all worth it. Somewhat about their professionalisme (+ their originality+energy+songs+flair+etc..), tells me it’ll be worth it to pay 3 times the ticket price in the future to attend their concert again..(here in Malaysia that is..)..They imprinted a memory within me..and Im even listening to their albums as Im yip yapping this gila-long review on the concert..

Pis: to my Legend-fan-friends, no, i didn’t keep replaying John Legend on my pod..so, as much as u claim that he’s hot/sexy, it didn’t really ‘hit’ me..pardon my ignorance...somehow, i think Alfie's turned me into a rawk-chika kot *laugh*laugh*

Rules of Bitching

I've gotta admit, and agree with all my heart that bitching (and gossiping) is a bloody pleasant way to kill our time. Not to mention, it gives us the rush of excitement while talking about one's flaws and loathsome contour..Yes, in a way, we feel good doing so, thinking that, we are better....well, most of the way..(not!)

Over the years of getting closer and closer to the feared number of the 20's, we wake up each day supposedly 'blessed' with an addition of perhaps a tiny dot of aging lines forming anywhere on our body, tarnishing our skin's elasticity accompanied by a maturer mind, a wiser thinking, a better judgement, an amassed perspective of the horizon, an improved comprehension of liveliness and thus, we should've long start working out ways to improve our life 2 b meaningful by commissioning our focus to the means of happiness towards ourselves as well as the dear ppl surrounding us.

Not saying that I've given up on bitching altogether. No, not exactly a saint here. But, Ive grown to learn that if u were to be bitchy, be smart about it..Apply some rules and limitation to it so u dont cross the boundary n jeopardize ur humanitarian values towards others as well as yourself. After all, what goes around comes around and word does travel. So even if u dont give a damn bout others, least to do is, build a fort cuz what came out of your mouth could possibly piroutte to backfire u straight up your very own tight-fecking-arse.

So, here..lets share some little 101 on bitching shall we. (Yes yes, did my practical, experienced to analyze and of course, did my research too..just didn't graduate to write a self-help book on it)

1. Always mirror yourself before talking about others...cliche as it is, NOBODY's PERFECT..nil/no/none/cero/zŽro/illek
2. No matter how goody u potray yourself while bitching, people are not stupid, good/innocent/kind people dont bitch at all.
3. Bitch enemy..not friends, (if u really hav to, pick some1 u can trust so that u dont cater the whole nation the perception that ure such a bad bad friend)..and if u used to doing this, doesnt mean u've to carry-on a jackass forever..(password: CHANGE)
4. Someone who can bitch to u bout others, will definitely bitch about you to others too (especially when they bitch of your own friends, or worse..their very own set of friends)
5. People who listens to you bitching dont necessarily mean they agree to u..perhaps they just dont see a point stopping u. Bout time, u do yourself that favour of shutting up before the whole world deserts u.

Okay, there's some..and here's some more in case u suddenly hav the urge of spilling anyone's secret or something while ure at it..

1. If you hold someone's secret, its probably because they trusted you. So if you're taking the chance to spill it, be prepared to lose your relationship/friendship.
2. Think twice before spilling secret of people who holds your secret too..human beings are naturally reflective/defensive.
3. It's always nice to add up some exageration to ur story-telling to make it more real and interesting..so, be sure to do ur research so u dont end up looking like a fool..
EXAMPLE;
B*: did u know that 'V*' is turning into a drug addict?
F*: really? what makes u think so?
B: cuz its affecting his work and if he cant get enough dosage, he'll even use baby powder as a substitute.
F: *nodding*believing*
F: what does it hav to do with me? I don't even know 'V' that well
B: Because last weekend I saw him flirting with ur mother.oh ya, btw..I've slept with Lenny Kravitz during his tour last month
F: My mom's dead..but, wow! Lenny kravitz? you're awesome! will u be my idol?

summary/conclusion/(wtv u call it):
a) Before accusing V of having work problems, she should ensure that V wasn't recenly promoted/succeeded/ launched a big project..
b) hmm, i don't know how to relate baby powder with drugs..but i know i'd be very very rich if I can get anybody to prove that u can get high with it. anyway, maybe we should all use drug and improve our common sense? (..no, not paracetamol..some kind of the OTC supplements perhaps?)<--research please
c) Maybe B should start wondering why she only has a foolish F to still be interested to listen and believing her every yip-yapping
d) B should make sure that F doesn't have anything to do with URTV, Mangga, BBC, NBC, CNN or whatever networking/publications/broadcasting source that spreads news/gossip or does research to dig the truth out of her stories of people or of her own
e) Lenny Kravitz? come on..

u see..laugh as u might. People does get pretty carried away with words sometimes. im sure there r worse out there.Some still lies.Some make up stories to look good/cool.Some twist to hide their own wrongs.all sorts. Anyway, can't blame them cuz perhaps they're lacking somewhere. It's a pity, u see for all three of the names mentioned in the example. Cuz at least, one of them falls a victim of another's obsession with bitching whatsoever. No matter if it's true or not entirely or not completely, words can eventually get questions arose, doubts blooming and beliefs shaterred. so let's ponder the rational behind my blabbing this time. Even myself needs to be reminded from time to time regarding this quality we carry in ourselves due to excessive exposure to the closed-mentality of part of our own community. Let's just mind our own happiness.

pis:
Getting people u love bridging your trust,
is known to have the deepest impact in anyone's life..
being judged by your own affiliates will only do you good
with crushing your own confidence..
Choose to love people who deserve to crush you.

*bukan nama sebenar

Becoming Jane

It's quite rare nowadays to see movies with an ending less predictable or script writing that touched u to the core and left u linger with the thought of what's said for days and think about the rational in it. Anyway, yesterday while i was bored to death and contemplating wether to jump off my 20thfloor apartment or eat everything edible in the fridge till i bloat and burst like bubble, i followed my better judgement and lock myself in front of the tv and watch dvd instead. (while laying on sofa like a beached whale and munching on chips like potato!)

That's right, i watched Becoming Jane starring Anne Hathaway. It was a bloody good movie..(for me la at least) but I'd bet my sarcasm to Alfie and stop bein such pain in the ass for him if every other people who loves good literature, good pictures, brilliant talking and doesnt agree with me.

Anyway, id let you do the watching and reviewing yourself..
Perhaps i'll share some of my fav lines from the movie..in this one part, Jane (Anne Hathaway) and Tom were reviewing a reading that Tom suggested Jane to read. Jane bein a writer, naturally condems his choice of book while implying an irony towards him (cuz she viewed him as an ignorant man what with his reputation and all) so Tom defended
'Vice leads to difficulty, virtue to reward, bad characters come to bad end..' and Jane replied 'But in life, bad characters often thrive, take yourself..' and another line by Wisley 'sometimes affection is a shy flower that takes time to blossom'

Well evertheless, Jane was bein a hard headed not wanting to give in to a man's opinion and all..but that's just some part of a fecking impressive script writing..not to mention good pictures/scene/set of the movie. And that Tom Lefroy is one fine looking male and no doubt, he's my kind of guy..very.

pis: I laughed, cried and even jumped with excitement at some part of the show...Was indeed an effective directing

Bagai Bintang Yang Setia Pada Bulan

Last night as I mutated into a Duracell bunny and work my ass off, typing, short-cutting, desingning and staring staight into the monitor (I swore, i could have break the screen with a Cyclops blaze thru my eyes)..it was a very busy day..But anyhow, as usual, the earphone is always plugged on my ears and as my pod shuffles from song to song, this one particular chorus got my attention away from work for a moment..

I cant exactly recall what song it was and i gave up browsing and listening to one by one of the trillions of malay songs in my pod but anyway, i remember the exact line regardless..That, i wrote as the title of this posting.
I just cant help but wonder, how on earth did whoever came up with that idiom/saying/whatever-u-wanna-categorize-it came up with it?..
fine, even so..how can that idiom (according to some) be over used (cuz ive heard it couple of times..and y do those people who choose to use it or even worse, those who fall for it, choose to believe in it to describe one's loyalty?

Cuz i seriously dont think that stars are indeed loyal to the moon..in most nights, yes..how about during daytime? how about raining nights (when it gets more gloomy or cold or cozy or sad) when one needs their significant other even more on most cases...and not to mention the nights when its not raining and hot and there still isnt stars surrounding it..how abt that?

Well, i just think that probably I should make things right by twisting the idiom and use it to describe some people who likes to sit around and go MIA for no apparent reason instead cuz really, if they used 'star' to describe a lover then id say they're overrating it cuz during nights, moon should be getting all the credits for bein a sole-main providor for much needed source of light (moon : great/loyal/responsible lover cuz they're always there (even if there are nights when they're not there, give it a break..it might be having cold or something) while stars dont really hav effect while they sit there bein pretty and doin nothing (stars even uses moonlights to be sparkly..so star : pisau cukur)..

So probably, we should amend that phrase..keeping the moon and probably change stars to sun or the night or the darkness perhaps...cuz at least sun and moon-they give and take and still be there for each other (cept for once in a blue moon, eclipse happen..so, just consider the moon bein selfish like men or the sun is having PMS-something we just cant avoid..)

Be Thankful, Mira!!

Today, i cried my heart out driving my way to work thinking how messed up my life is at the moment. just as i thought id be relieved of 3-quart of my burden by end of this month..another 1 and a half arisen! why oh why? car insurance-credit cards-bills bills bills..i should've known not to idly applied to get a taste of debts! itu lah..gatal namanye! orang kata jangan, degil!

and 2 days i was served with puddles of water in my kitchen area that leaks out to wet the entire area outside my door-down to the corridor, past my neighbour houses!I cant find the source! and it was made worse cuz my kitchen and my hall light had not been fixed for the past few weeks (weekSSSS!), so i can vaguely see my way around at night-thus berkali2 la terpijak air kat dapo tu-pastu basah satu rumah!..da la sink leaking (someone promised sweetly to look thru that matter abt a month+ ago!), my toilet is happily spilling water to ensure my water bill rockets evry month, my butt is sore due to injection from my last visit to the doc, my toe-thumb is sore(that's y i got the injection) so i dressed crappy to work cuz i cant wear all my fav shoes!, my phone is goin kaput, my ipod cable is infected with virus!! and I'm feeling dizzy macam nak demam pasal pikir benda2 ni!!

But then, it hit me when i read about the quake that hit Indonesia. No matter how much Im at debt or had deeply dug my own shithole, I still hav the people I love around me-to kiss me better n to turn to,I still hav the option of favourite restaurants to buka puasa in, I still hav my car to drive to work, still hav my comfy bed n pillow to slump in tonight, hav a job with a company which is generous enough to give occasional bonus to help me with my debts-despite self-proclaimed authorised colleague to share my workplace with (I can always see it all as a form of entertainment, kan?), no matter how much I'm owing the banks, I can still spare some money to burn for fun (ciggies!) =( ..and I can't help but wonder, after all that God has shown us of The Mighty's ability to take it all away within a blink of an eye..why do we still need to see more disasters n tragedy to be reminded that we shouldn't be questioning our luck and be thankful of what we have instead?

now i feel shitty for complaining too much, but at least-we can all learn from my mistake..kan?Let's say our Alhamdulillah and minimise as much on unnecessaries..

Ya Allah, please provide much help and shelter for the needy..jauhkan kami dari bala' n waba'..Amin

Why I Like Killer Whales

First of all, i personally think that Killer Whale or scientifically known as Orcinus Orca is an amazing creature. Being the coolest looking mammal with a kick ass 'outfit', it never fails to capture my heart to stare and be fascinated over it's black and white features. They're like very smartly dressed in a tux.

Orcas, technically has no threat at all..besides human. Even so, human kept Orcas in captivity for a slight good cause. They dont kill em like they do sharks and whales for consuming or other purposes. Apart from human, Orcas are not involve in the food chain system (or at least,not while they're swimming and alive..).Known to travel in pax, they would eat just about anything from penguins to seals to whales and even the overrated Great White. Bein a groupie, they hunt together and are very helpful and caring towards every member of its clan.A member would go to the extend of risking itself bein washed ashore to save a beached orca by bein closer to encourage and give much needed moral support. Aren't they such darlings..?

Unlike sharks who swam haywire-all over the place in the ocean, Orca swims gracefully..This cool creature can make one hell of a jump over the ocean surface and stylishly flips its tail in a very dexterous manner. Bein so obsessed with men's arms, I always thought that the Killer Whale's flipper plays pretty much the same role. It's so mascular and gorgeous-the bigger the better.

Apart from that, i find the Orca's set of teeth so cute and neatly fitted in its mouth making them look so adorable and cheeky. Compared to their body size, Orca tooth looks baby-ish..total cuteness!

All in all, i think Orca's a very intriguing and handsome creature. They're free to roam the ocean and they're never on its own..Having blessed with much needed intelectuality and ability to commute with one another, makes me think that they're living perfectly blissed on this planet we share.

Captain NorAzlan Bin Termuzi

The missing Nuri reported missing last Friday made me text him and praying that he's not involved..followed by countless attemps to call him on his cell. Failed to reach him, i guessed that he's probably with the rescue squad to search for the heli. Later that evening, all 6 names on board the Nuri was annouced on the news. I was startled to discover the worse - he piloted the missing heli.

When i heard abt the interview where his father said that he's confident that his son is alright, I exhaled a slight relief. Parents instict are always right. Probably, he was still alive when the heli hit the ground..I continued praying..and sent countless sms hoping he'd reply.

2 days before he boarded the heli, we talked on the phone. We made plans to catch up over coffee as soon as he comes back from Kuantan. Ending the conversation, i remember him saying 'You take care, ok...' and he doesnt sound as cheerful as always. Azlan as i remembered, is very witty..he loves to giggle and talks highly of his job. During our last meeting, he was complaining about some Nuri problems that he had to attend to almost every day..and we talked about survival in emergency situations. He has about 40 friends to whom he has known since he was little and till the last days, never failed to make time getting together with them and catch up on things.. I know, cuz most of the time when he's not working, he'll be with his friends.

Yesterday at about 2pm, i got a call from my colleague informing me of the finds. None of them survived the crash..My knees went weak and i could hardly speak. It's so shocking. Knowing the person you just spoke to had died..with smses still in my inbox and outbox and his name still in the outgoing and incoming call list on my phone. He has been such a wonderful person to hang out with. A very kind soul who is so passionate about what he's doing..imagine being a captain at such young age, he just turned 29 on July 6th. His family must've been very very proud of him.

I still cant sink in the thought that he's no longer around. But i do recite Al-Fatihah at every thought of him. I'm glad to hear that all 6 bodies are recovered-intact..u know how crashes like that can be pretty nasty. And at least he died while carrying his duty to the country-doing something he loves so much. He's indeed an irreplaceable guy.

Al-Fatihah...

Seek-A-Tension

Few weeks ago, browsed thru pages after pages of profiles connected to my own friends list in the ever so popular network site, MySpace. I came accross few pages that totally shocked me. Not exactly cuz it was so nicely made and not even because the profile is blardy intriguing and interesting. These pages are tarnished with phrases, quotes, headlines, words that are crude and totally embarrasing for one to describe themselves..

One of the site, this girl filled her profile with countless pictures of her partying scene..complete with captions describing her state of high-ness during the moment-complete with description of the type of drug that made her high-complete with some pictures of her drinking, eyes like panda's, some slutty-kinky poses with guys and even a pic with the drug itself in it..

Meanwhile on her profile, she has no problem shouting out her needs for drugs and describing herself as a party-girl and an alchoholic. (ew, i know)
Nonetheless, u can imagine that her comments r filled with party talks and over the top thinking that she was totally cool to do that.

Well, we do go to parties, some of us hav had our share of experience with drugs, we can be kinky, we can be bold and what such..but, im sure most of us r civilised and educated enough to ruin our reutation and tell the whole world. I just dont get it, what...are these ppl thinking? how can they possibly think that its acceptable at all??

Shallow? look..even if we're not in Malaysia, unless ure a bimbo, brainless, attention-seeking nymphos-ud probably would agree to such thing..I mean, even if ure losing, that ure desperate for a companion, what kind of marketing brainiac does that without looking absoluty stupid, cheap and easy?

Moreover, it's probably readable (not acceptable) if it's well-written or presented.we'd probably take it as her means of expressing herself.In these girl's case, their english usage just confirmed their level of bimbo-ness..Well, i dont mean to be rude-but if anyone is so liberated, they should be able to sink this

IT for dummies

Today i woke up at 7.30..i havent been waking up this early since a decade ago (ok, im exaggerating). Anyhow..Ive been sent to attend a multimedia training by my superior for some modern journalism using modern technologies and hi-tech devices. Yes, its boring and that explains y im yip-yapping this. The trainer is still dancing around clowning in front of me. I am not exactly a journalist, but i do deal with loads of em.so, according to my boss, this course is crucial for me. So i came equipped as required..i had to get a notebook, borrowed my brother's 3G phone n pack my digital camera here..(and im even equipped with ipod too just incase my eyedrop failed to constraint my eyelids from getting glued together)

Anyhow, for the past 3 hours since this workshop starts, Ive been bombared with much needed morning surprise by some of the contestant around me, (actual journalist- to whom this training is especially conducted for). Earlier, one of them leaned over n asked me smtg. Since she was whispering, i cant really hear her. all i can hear was 'what' 'ipod' 'bla bla'..so, thinking that she's probably questioning bout what links the ipod to journalisme, i explained that the guy in front will probably fill us in later..cuz i dont hav a clue.. but, when she repeat her question.., i stood staring at her, jaw dropped to my collar. her question was 'What is an ipod?' Ok, this...coming from a journalist for one of the top Malaysian paper! Moreover, this girl is somehow well dressed, all mat-saleh slang and stuff. I cant help but wonder, how backdated can one be when it comes to technology??

I mean, we're not exactly living on the outskirts here. This is KL la weh..how can one never heard of a gadget made famous by school kids travelling the lrt to school every morning?? Ok, perhaps some of us r not really polished with a squaky savvyness in the technology field but at least we are not expected to report news for the whole nation to dig. Can u imagine how questionable her reportings are? Anyway, she just signalled me to a ciggie session. Im gonna take my pod and be all heroic and introduce her to it..at least i can convince myself of at least one purpose of why im here.. wheee!