Toni Kasim

Toni...
Sorry I did not come to see you
I seriously thought you were going to get well
How foolishly optimistic I am

Sorry I did not gather the strength to see you when you were sick. I don't think I can... you were always so strong, you've always given me strength... To see you any other way, is unthinkable.

Now you're up somewhere... and I'm here in DC.

I'll grief and mourn from a distance.

Siri Amerika Syarikat Bahasa Melayu 1

Aku sekarang berada di bandaraya Washington DC. Tempat ini merupakan ibu negara Amerika Syarikat, sebuah negara yang masyur dengan pelbagai tarikan seperti tugu tugu peringatan, rancangan televisyen, teksi-teksi, peperangan, ketua ketua negara, dan donut. Malah, adalah dipercayai bahawa donut merupakan ciptaan orang Amerika.

Satu lagi makanan yang tidak kurang masyurnya (dan dipercayai lebih mashur dari donut) adalah hotdog. Hotdog di Amerika Syarikat kebanyakannya diperbuat dari daging lembu. Oleh itu, para muslimam dan muslimat yang tidak risau untuk memakan makanan katok tidak perlu berasa was was. Katok kerana kemungkinan besar lembu itu tidak dibacakan doa doa yang berkenaan apabila ia disembelihkan. Saya tidak pasti, biasanya saya tahu jika ia halal dengan melihat cop 'halal' yang diluluskan jais.

Walaubagaimanapun, terdapat juga hotdog yang diperbuat dari daging babi. Saya suka hotdog babi. Bagi saya, babi itu adalah daging yang paling sedap di dunia. Saya suka babi. Babi itu sedap. Babi suka saya. Tapi saya tak sesedap babi. Maaf, saya sudah terlajur. Tujuan nukilan ini bukan untuk bercerita mengenai babi... sepatutunya diceritakan pengalaman saya di Amerika Syarikat.

Walaupun begitu, saya ingin memohon maaf. Alangkah sayangnya, saya berasa sungguh penat dan sudah tidak larat. Oleh itu, saya sudah malas nak menaip di papan kekunci...

Jumpa lagi di hari yang lain...

Pontification

Today, I invented a word.

Pontification (Pawn-Tea-Fee-Kay-Syen) = A divine accumulation.
Example = You are so clever, you are the pontification of all knowledge.
Origin = none.

Ahhh, I am totally the pontification of all things absurd. I am such a cunning linguist.

Selected Thoughts From The Mind Of chi too

Thunderstorms on a clear morning sky
The sun explodes
With rain that corrodes
Alas, it eats up your clothes.

For K

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Here

(This post is supposed to be there)

Don't Park At Cineleisure : A Pointless Rant

Too much happened to me over the past couple of weeks. I'm feeling overwhelmed by all the drama that have taken place. I have many legitimate rants to bitch about. Many that is of actual significance and consequence.

Unfortunately/Fortunately (cross out irrelevant field) this is not a blog for significant rants.

Fortunately for you, something completely insignificant happened to me that really pissed me off. So much so that it warrants a post in this blog.

Warning : the following post contains testimonies of actual events.

Tonight I'm going to watch Ironman in Cineleisure, so I try to park my car in Cineleisure (that's quite a no brainer).

My car enters level LG, makes one round... no parking.

My car enters B1, makes one round... no parking.

My car tries to enter B2, closed... makes another round in B1.

No parking.

My car makes another round in B1... no parking.

Another... another... another... another...

No parking!

15 minutes have past. I decide to get the hell out.

I put my unpaid token into the machine believing that there should be a grace period... the machine says 'unpaid token'. I press the intercom for attention.

No answer... traffic builds up behind me.

1 minute later, a parking attendant approaches my car. I tell him there is no parking. He tells me that I have to pay. I say should not have to pay since I did not park.

He insists that I pay since I entered the carpark and there's plenty of parking. I tell him I intended to park, not to drive around the carpark.

Traffic builds up. He tells me that I have to pay.

'I wasted 15 minutes, wasted petrol, you did not put up a sign that says 'full', you closed one level of parking, and you've completely ruined my mood... and now you want me to pay? NO!'

He raises his voice and insists that I drive to the side and make way for traffic behind me.

I turn off my engine and take my keys off my ignition... 'What are you going to do now?' I asks him.

Pissed off, he reluctantly waves his card over the machine and raise the barrier. He tells me to never come back again.

'Fuck Off', verily, I say to him. I drive off.

I'm not very proud of that. Never have I ever in my life swore to a worker before. But then again...

Stupidity is intolerable... but when mixed with arrogance, is sacrilegious.

Moral Of The Story : Don't park in Cineleisure.

Would it be acceptable for vegetarians to eat animal shaped biscuits?

Yummmmm... Horse...

Ayam Beg

Sometimes I think my blog is quite funny, but not in a humorous way.

Unless if you like sick humor.

ps: Happy 'chi too is back in peninsular Malaysia' day to you too.

Un-Poem, Un-Blog

My blog...
I am always lost for words when I try to blog.

Perhaps I've not been entirely honest to myself and to everyone around me.

Why do I find it so difficult to express the very essence of the simplest things
In my attempts to simplify the most complicated of things
I complicate the simplest thing.

I heart my un-blog.

The Way You Make Me Feel

I want to make a short film... sigh...

Ooooops!

I accidentally married a Bidayuh.

Me: Perhaps we should hold hands, extend our other hands out and run. Maybe if we run really fast we might just take off and fly.
You: OK. But what if we really do take off and fly. Would we know how to come down on our feet?
Me: I don't know, but it feels like it's worth the try.
You: Let's do that. We won't fall will we... You will always hold my hand.
Me: I think so. But sometimes my grip weakens and I might let go.
You: No you won't, you never let me go.
Me: No I won't. But sometimes I fail.
You: OK...
Me: But if I do let go, I will fall too.
You: But we won't.
Me: No we won't.
You: OK. Let's go.
Me: But if we fall, I'll try to break your fall.
You: No you won't have to.
Me: Yes... let's go.
You: Yes... but perhaps we should just walk instead.

In Memory...

... Trax
you bit me more than once
but you will always be dearly missed.

Holga Micro-110: The King Of Lo-Fi

Here is my first batch of photos shot with the Holga Micro-110 camera. Photography doesn't get anymore lo-fi than this.
























Everything is a representation of something else.

Bureaucratic Red Tape

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Another Conspiracy Of The Universe

"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it"
excerpt from The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho.

It is true... over the past couple of years I've began to believe in this as I've experienced this many times. From conspiracies as complex as the Listening Library incident in Luang Phabang to the Lou Reed incident... this mantra has been holding true to me faithfully.

Today I've experience this once again. However, this time it is I who becomes part of the conspiracy.

Today I am shooting my pinhole photos but I am also burdened with the problem that I cannot leave the house til' after lunch, waiting for emails and deliveries (boring ass shit). So I decided that perhaps I can shoot one photo that is near my house. Being quite near, this place is really just a 10 minute walk... on any other day I'll just walk. Somehow today, I feel like I need to drive, which is absurd because it is absolutely unnecessary. After a 10 minute long debate with myself, my unreasonable self won resulting in me driving out for a distance that is less than 1 kilometer.

I parked my car and as I walked to the site where my pinhole photo would be shot, I stumbled into my highschool guitar hero; This old blind pakcik that plays at the corridor leading up to the Plaza Rakyat LRT station.

As a highschool student, I pass by this pakcik almost every day, never failing to stop for a couple of minutes to appreciate his amazingly dexterous guitar work. Being blind, I aways thought that seeing how his eyes are always closed, he must be really enjoying what he's doing. Guitar hero ripping the fret board as a lone pickup amplifies his riffs for the world within his proximity to hear. On days when I have extra time, I'll stay a little longer; on days when I have a little extra money, I'll put one ringgit into his cup.

So here I am face to face with my guitar hero and his son... He asks for directions to the DBKL office, there used to be one near where he lives, but apparently it no longer exists. I said 'turn left, turn right, go straight, turn around'.

They looked back at me with blank expressions.

I thought, perhaps this is why I drove. This must be the reason.

I told them to give me 5 minutes, I need to shoot this photo first.

I shot my photo.

Whilst driving them to the DBKL office, the pakcik commented about the Bob Marley CD that's playing on my stereo. He said he really likes Bob Marley but he can't find the cassettes. CDs are great, but he tells me that operating a CD player is a bitch if you're blind.

'One love... let's get together and feel alright' my stereo sings. We don't talk much, I think he'd rather appreciate the music while it lasts.

How many of us can imagine that we'd one day be granted the pleasure of offering our guitar hero a ride?

I Love...

...my new Wacom tablet