OMG! I Am In A Suit!

OMG! I am in a suit!

ps: whilst looking around clothes with effa in Sungai Wang... Effa showed me this piece she was looking at.

Effa : look at this.
me : O - M - G...

The salesgirl who was tailing us like as if we were the last glass of protein shake in a world filled with bodybuilders, giggled...

salesgirl: heh heh he... omg... hehe..

I was like, 'what the fuck?'

Parkdrive - Biarkan

Thanks to facebook and Jerome Kugan, I am now in love with this song, 'Biarkan' by Parkdrive from Indonesia.

I need to go buy the CD, absolutely in love with it. Bloody hell... can't find the MP3s on the net, and I'm not about to load up youtube everytime i want to listen to this song.

Mungkinkah aku tersilap anggap
Salah langkah, kata-kataku gagap
Kenang-kenangan masa dahulu yang kian menghilang
hanya bayang-bayangan yang tinggal sekarang.

Cirit Birit Update

While I was in Penang, I had diahrrea. Unfortunately for me, the lure of Penang food is way stonger than my will power to maintain a diet of light food to contain the situation...

How can one resists lam mee, fried oysters, roti babi, nasi kandar, mee goreng, cendol, loh bak, char kuay teow, assam laksa, dan lain lain while one is in Penang...

To make matters worse, I've been drinking milk (no thanks to effa, which rarely happens, but I sometimes get a pang for milk), which is supposed to be like cirit birit enemy number one.

Oh well, post Penang, the good doctor advised me to avoid solid food. Like totally WTFness. All I should be havng is plain water, glucose water, 100 plus, and the occasional neat tea. Unfortunately, by dinner time, I got so hungry, that I went ahead and ate a pear. I'd like to believe that fruits should be ok.

Hopefully I'll be better in a couple of days. Can't wait to stuff my face with food.

Looking forward to chewing.

I'm so profound I can't even understand myself.

Guacamole

If 'salsa' is both a dance and a food condiment.
There should also be a dance called Guacamole.

'Let's do the Guacamole!'

If I can't have you with me,
I'll have a can of iced coffee.

Election Fever : Bolehkah Anda Rasa Kepanasannya!

Oooo! can you feel the heat. Election fever is coming. One would however expect someone like the Miri resident would get this facts right in regards to the Penan populations.


MyKad, birth certs for 1,400
the Star 19 September 2007

MIRI: The National Registration Department has approved the applications of some 1,400, mostly Penans, stateless natives living deep in the interiors.

Miri resident Ose Murang said the birth certificates and MyKad for the 1,400 were ready and would be distributed when the mobile units visit their area.

“The department had issued a list of names of those who will be given the birth certificates and MyKads.

“Many of these villagers have been waiting for many, many years for the vital personal documents. Most of them are Penans. However, there is one major hurdle we must overcome, and that is to trace the correct recipients.

“Most of the Penans live in very isolated settlements deep in the jungles, and they keep shifting their settlements all the time. We need to pinpoint their exact location and find ways to reach them,” he said when interviewed.

The 1,400 “lucky” ones were among some 35,000 natives who do not have birth certificates and MyKads as they were born in remote settlements and their births were never registered.

Some were born before Merdeka near the border regions, giving rise to uncertainties about their citizenship status.

Asked how his office would assist in tracing the 1,400 applicants, Murang said the best way was to use existing timber roads to get to major settlements and use them as bases to get word out to the recipients.

Some of the interior settlements are 600km inland from Miri.

Aduh sayangnya.
Kanta mata melihat dengan ralat.
Jurang antara yang benar dan yang diharapkan.
Lompatlah, terlantar jahanam di dasar gaung.

Kamu umpama dunia bagiku
Namun, dia umpama alam semesta

I Need Help!

Wednesday Afternoon Haiku

Wednesday afternoon
Waiting for the train to come
Can anyone tell?

Wednesday afternoon
Staring at the big blue sky
Oh well, what the hell.

Merdeka & Sex

Over the weekend, Katagender embarked and completed its most grandiose feat ever. See Lainie' Yo Yo Yo's blog to see what it is all about.

Or better still, go to Central Market Annexxe anytime from now till the 16th of September to see what it really is. Just follow the signs that says 'Katagender Merdeka And Sex'

What The Fuck Is An Activist?

What the fuck is an activist?

Raindrops dancing outside the window as I stare into the bottom of my ethereal coffee cup.
I couldn't ask for more.

Am I a narcissist?

Emo Post For The Post Modern Poster Boy

Why do people have to ask stupid things like 'How are you today?' and then be answered by a 'Fine' followed by a 'How about you? How are you today?' which will then be replied with a 'I'm fine too'.

It totally doesn't make sense at all. Why can't people be comfortable with just shutting up? Why do we find it necessary to say stupid cliched things, and to ask stupid cliched questions when we are not really interested to find out?

Is there a burden attached to silence?

I relish the moment when we can sit down together and not speak a single word and yet be completely comfortable with each other.

We sip our coffee in silence. Leaving with the feeling of having the best times of our lives.

Eating risotto in a bowl with a pair of chopsticks.

Hippopotamus

Dilemma...

I can choose to stay here and hope that things will get better...

Or

I can go thinking that I can make it home safely by myself.

Either, or, and nothing more.

Why then do I often find myself caught in such farcial situations? Do I actively allow myself to walk casually into this only to later find myself caught in a situation where I cannot comprehend? Where I cannot possibly apply a hypothesis in order to at least help me start from somewhere.

Why must I start from scratch. To induce or to deduce. Line of logical explanations. Circular reasonings. I cannot begin to understand how it works.

Maybe this is pure rubbish. This has got to be my worst blog entry... but I'm gonna post it anyway.