blue

i have about seventy-eight things on my mind now and i'm staring at a blank screen. i think i'm having a mental block. my mind is not working because my heart is out of order. usually my heart does the writing while my mind sits back and relaxes. today, my heart just gave out.

why?

firstly, i'm upset because they demolished the bok's house. i knew it was coming but didn't expect it to be this sudden. probably the baby boom generation would like to be remembered as the generation who had them all and threw them away, all for some sub-standard gaudy architecture. am i being harsh?

if you like, find a house built 50 years ago, run your fingers across the wall, do the same to a house built today. tell me the difference.

and i'm upset with myself as well.

yesterday i was at sha2's for her farewell do. she's leaving for paris with baby imran on the 12th, dino's leaving on the 2nd. i saw two beautiful mom + child moment, i scrambled to capture them + they turned out blurry. hence, this ngada2 emotional display.

hehe! better snap out of it. :op

p.s.


hefle, make sure enal sees this picture. (jangan jeles enal, 'kak' wegra very the popular ok) thank you!

dear cats (read: orang2 cacat)

lets rock the world!

err ... shall i retardedly hazard a dimwit game? ... if you like, try to match these names to the images below: cik pms, muz, tiena, wegra (hint: when i tengok the last cat, i somehow see tiena, why ah? go tiena! go tiena! go tiena!)


you peeping + not rocking the world @ the same venue this saturday, have a good weekend ya! :o)

fright night, mic fright

what i currently like to sing in the car, in the shower ... if it rains, you know what caused it. ;o)

don't speak - no doubt


hilang - garasi


never ever - all saints


on and on - erykah badu


hope to see y'all @ rock the world, 4pm at the centre stage to boogie to gerhana skacinta.

itinerant wanderer

one thing the one week long mc managed to cure is my acute graphomania; it's now hard to construct a sentence even. which is probably good since words published here are multum in parvo + it represents the tip of an iceberg, it can sometimes get misconstrued - dangerous when that happens. bak kata pijoh, "weggie!!! jangan ... orang suka assume!!!" (referring to the unrelated post + picture of *cough* merpati dua sejoli @ cik pms's lair sometime back).

oh and my little music CDs collection is no longer just in alphabetical order. i now have them by era, followed by the genre and then alphabetical order. :op

i've got my 2007 to do list ready as well, the first 5 includes:

1. reconnect with at least one old friend, i'm looking at my a level friends

2. read tolstoy's war and peace (keh! keh! keh! wish me luck!)

3. do 2007 rainforest music festival

4. renew my passport and go jalan2 ... phewwit! (crazy friends, be prepared!)

5. pick up a language

(opocot! control freak alert! ting! ting! ting!)



hmmmm ... suddenly ter-miss the ctc clan.

have a good week!

i'm not tempang, i just love extreme sports

i've got my first ever MC letter from the doctor, which had instructed me to stay in for one long week. during the first day, which was yesterday, i went dead bored. i was so bored, i played sinead o'connor's "nothing compares to you" on piano. i even read the red hard cover "malaysian constitution" text and saw "greese".

lucky i've cacat + gila peeps as friends. i want to thank y'all for kidnapping me from home + laughing with me at each other last night, when i was at the peak of my boredom.

to boy bands eh? rock bands, if you wanna jam a cover ... please do this song! rhcp punya original version pun boleh.

under the bridge - all saints


lets think of other activities i can engage myself in for the remaining days of my one week.

jalan2 cari makan

i spent the weekend jalan2 cari makan with close friends. i highly recommend william's which is in damansara, a stall behind lim kok wing, where i suffered cheese overdose + d'chiengmai thai restaurant in sungai buloh, where i suffered santan overdose. i slept dreaming about them food, man. shucks!

(i'm sorry beating heart, i've been reckless)

saturday morning, *cough* kak wegra hung out with arina (nor + man) + arianna (raz + riz) y'all! oh ya ... of course their parents were there. if the girls buat hal (but fortunately they didn't), of course i'd return them to their parents. :op ... aiya + nadd were there too.

later that evening, tiga serangkai (read: wan bi, mama + myself) travelled to kuala pilah for dinner ...

anyways, have a good week ahead!

former drivaholic gibber incoherently

i drive with my head sticking out a bit these days, not so that i can get a better view ahead, but so that i will fit in the part of being a tortoise. since i have to drive like one i thought i might as well act like one, to entertain myself as i drive on them nasty roads of bandaraya kuala lumpur and the newly conferred bandaraya petaling jaya, oh! and certain parts of daerah subang jaya too ... you know, the sunway-puchong bit. oh! driving out of kl on a friday, is like driving up to taiping. yucks!

not that i'm old but when i was younger, just slightly younger since i'm still young, i used to love driving. i'd jump to every opportunity to drive, even to carrefour. i wouldn't mind driving hefle home in taman kosas, ampang after a night out of cucuk langit + later cross kl again to get home in subang jaya. i even volunteered to pick a group of friends from ttdi, drove up to seremban, a few hours later back to ttdi + home. oh ya! on that trip, i was doing a 160+ when i realised that there was a police patrol car behind me, and i bimboly asked my friends, "what's the speed limit again?". like d'uh! and of course, i was my mom's supir kehormat, from taiping to kota bahru to johor bahru; i've ventured into them terrains. was, since now there's choices: my sister, bibots, + my brother, wawan (his flight schedule is not as tight as before), well, we take turns.

so, have i stressed enough how i used to love driving?

today, i'd drag myself into the car even when the destination is pasaraya viran, which is parallel to mamak bistro.

why am i babbling about driving? i don't know, probably because i'd be driving in a bit, but the motor trade industry is currently not doing well, they had projected a 6% contraction in the industry. recently at a wedding, auntie aishah had told us at the table, there's actually a contraction of 10% and proton is badly hit. of course, bubble of clouds started emerging around me + i went into my little micro + macro economics theorem adventure.

i'm not going to tell the government through this blog what they should or should not do. instead, i'll just continue to positively decipher their policies + spending decisions + programmes. remember the star's warning: "bloggers beware!". well, wierd things are happening within the 'administrative department'. i don't want to end up in tomorrow's headline with evidence that i murdered someone. not that i think that someone might think i'd be a threat to them. come on, a walking oxymoron like myself? if i catwalk past them big gun 1,000 times, they wouldn't even noticed, and that with my plunging neckline.

by the way, don't believe everything you read in the newspapers. an nst reporter once mentioned, two things you can trust in the newspapers are waktu sembahyang + nombor ekor. do you know what the 2005 national library study reported? malaysians read two books a year, less than seven pages a day. if we're not going to improve the statistics, just make sure we maintain the figures. though i said we shouldn't take everything from the newspapers as true, that doesn't mean we should stop reading the newspapers.

researchers from newcastle university found green and black tea help improve your memory. bottled tea such as teh botol, on the other hand, are normally sugar rich. another research from the usa showed adults with hobbies that exercise their brains - such as reading, jigsaw puzzles or chess - are 2.5 times less likely to have alzheimer's disease, while leisure limited to tv watching may increase the risk.

it's time to brew your own tea + sit back to a good read, with shiela majid in the background.

have a good weekend!

a plot for contemplation

much ado about nothing

i guess i have to do this once more...

a message to them peeps who likes to spam my comment boxes (and other comment boxes) with racist hate comments, propagating disintegration, you're barking at the wrong tree laa sayang. no doubt, being in an environment where peeps are race conscious, i sometimes get sucked in but personally, black, white, yellow, red, brown and green (incredible hulk kan green) ... they are superficial to me.

let me give you my stand on the concept "ras" made popular during the era when aryanism peaked. (betul ke nazi yang 'popularise' the concept? ... sorry! i oso kompius oredi on this, forgot oredi my readings) to me race is a social, cultural and political concept based largely on superficial appearances. the concept of race is a historical construct and doesn't provide either valid classification or an explanatory process. popular everyday awareness of race is transmitted from generation to generation through cultural learning. attributing race to an individual or a population amounts to applying a social + cultural label that lacks scientific consensus + supporting data. sapa science person angkat tangan!!!

to young parents reading ... i beg you to break this curse. your children are our hope. when their mind are free of racial prejudice, then perhaps a better malaysia for all is possible.

come on, this race business was introduced by our former penjajah, it's the divide + rule legacy. the invention of the 3 main categories are a by-product of ang moh's imperialism feat. we all know the communities grouped under 'chinese' general heading ada macam2; hakka, hokiens, cantonese etc. similarly, the 'malays' ada macam2 jugak; javanese, bugis, makasarese, sumatrans (minang, mendahiling, acehnese, lampungs etc), jawi peranakan, arab peranakan, indian peranakan, chinese peranakan etc. (taadaa!!! see, in the malays oso got your cousins)

the two examples because the posts in my comment boxes were about the two.

what's beautiful about malaysia, this is where many of the world's cultures meet. even the orang asli were originally from the african continent, they travelled by land. oh, my marga lubis mendahiling ancestors ... they were a tribe from central india, they moved when the iranians attacked central india, travelled by land through semenanjung, and settled in sumatra. my great great grandfather ran to semenanjung when the dutch influenced the sumatrans to execute certain sect of the community. only a fraction of me is mendahiling, i'm a hybrid of macam2 culture. very the rojak. but i donch like mamak bistro's rojak, last time i had rojak with cik pms my tummy upset big time ok!

this realisation, of my family lineage, explains the attitude laa kot. we should learn to live with difference in our midst. asal kene rebut, fighting to prove who's more significant? who's more superior? that's very nazi passe ok. bak kata farish, our ancestors didn't seem to have any trouble living in a shifting world of overlapping territorialities and plastic identities. why us? why now?

how many of you believe in adam + eve? if you believe in adam + eve, that we were from one, then why are you contradicting your belief system?

jeng! jeng! jeng!

kru once rapped, "bersatu kita teguh, bercerai kita roboh".(yucks! i remember their tune!!!) we want malaysia to work, right? sudah2 lah tu ...

by the way, thank you for thinking that i'm an UMNO material. ske gila! *wegra blushing* you peeps are not the first, you know. *blushing again + went malu2 hiding behind her hair fringe* unfortunately, i'm not. i mean i'm not in UNMO, if i may, i'd like to still think i am an UMNO material, so again wrong tree. hmmm ... i wonder if i accepted the offer to play an active role in UMNO, would i have posted the "three-oh, oh oh!" post? if i did accept the offer, maybe i'd now be working towards *cough* world domination ... opocot! no, i mean being the first lady prime minister of malaysia ... opocot! eh ... meow actually ... rrRRRRrr!!!

*mode gila kuasa ON*

keris, a feminine object - a good read!

soroptimist

it's been ages since i last entertained invites, no! not that i'm sombong or anything. do keep them coming. it's just that i'm going thru this phase, i felt i need to be by myself to assess things. (yeah! like the phase has been going on more than a year now. psycho!)

anyways, somewhere last week we, mama + myself, decided to confirm attendance for soroptimist international's "end violence against women" programme called "city survival skills for ladies" on sunday. my sister fong fei kei-ed because her boyfriend is home.

the person who gave the talk was bala, i've read about him, he's won loads of humanatarian awards. he started doing voluntary work after a freak accident, where people thought he had died + covered his body with newspaper + put stones around him, while he watched on in his pool of blood.

it always take a near death experience for a person to appreciate the real value of doing good. ok, probably not but i could relate to him. what i found intriguing was he majored in behavioural science, well human behaviour is something i find fascinating especially with the encouragement of a former flatmate who was working towards being a forensic psychiatrist and a sister who is going thru criminal cases as her homework.

jeng! jeng! jeng! ... takoot tak?! ...

the talk was a little revision and a lot of new information. if you ladies are interested on what i learnt, we can go over it over eskrem goreng or limau ais! (not posting them here as tips to penjahat wanita)

incidently, on friday, someone close to me was assaulted, with the intention to kill. luckily, he's smart + a fighter + able to think clearly under stress. he managed to escape getting killed + survived with 30 stitches on the head. there were three attackers with weapons - a baseball bat, an iron rod + an iron chain. a general rule when being attack, never get inside a car or an enclosed building with the attacker(s), because you'll be finished. another, don't put up a fight, defend self + run + get help from others!!!! don't believe what you see in hindi movies.

motive of the attack, you'd ask. a particular 25 year old boy had his best friend whispering to his ears that this person i know (MA) is having an affair with his soon to be ex-wife, who is MA's employee. i think it is gila bekos we're doing a project with him + the girl is just a minutes taker. they both have employer + employee body language + i've met them both in numerous occassions but i don't even know who this best friend is + what his assessment was based on.

i really think the 25 year old boy is dumb for gulping in 100% of his so called best friend's words + for taking action based on hearsay. even when someone say something to us or we see certain behaviour, they could be misconstrued by us + the scary part, a portion of that definition or label we gave to the person actually reflects us.

another ... jeng! jeng! jeng!

lesson: it's inefficient, but if you're going somewhere with the opposite gender for a meeting or on a project, the make up of our society requires us to have a third party.

to blokes out there, please don't be dumb like the 25 year old. even when your lady implicates another person, don't jump to batter another, investigate objectively first.

i'm sure you reading are bred a gentleman.

a reminder to self: never think that others think like you do nor do you think like others do.

gauntleted

allya's going off today, ima's going off on monday. i'll now have two less friends to sesuka hati shoot text messages or bug when i'm feeling bored or prankish or waggish. or i can still call + text them but face more frequent barring feat from maxis. it's only when the phone gets barred, i'll go snooping for a maxis centre to pay my bill. yup! i'm not an adult yet in that sense but at least i've now got my driving licence renewed + speed alarm switched on when driving! ada usaha for self improvement ok. :op

talking about 'self', there's this character test forwarded by hefle. what's interesting, all of my old friends whom i managed to coerce into taking the test are of 'grass fragrance'. birds of a feather? perhaps. or probably that's the only end offered by the test?

jeng! jeng! jeng!

'self' is part of a larger entity; the world (mawi world!!!! ... sorry, i can't help it)

i find the world we live in rather uproarious. with characters capable of the comical antics of a clown, myself being one of them. so much so if it were to be wrapped in a movie, it'll have audiences rolling in the aisles.

remember i mentioned earlier that mama went to dubai?

well, in dubai she met this black guy who claimed to be the prince of an african country, who's travelling to malaysia on behalf of his dad to invest in malaysian companies. mama being mama was polite throughout the encounter. prince anthony, so he claimed his name was, exchanged cards with mama, his without a phone number. his justification? it's his house address.

a few days after mama reached home, prince anthony rang to tell her that he had difficulties with malaysian immigration and was sent back to dubai. mama being mama had to reply, "you should've called my mobile, i can help you." yet a few days later, he rang asking mama to wire him some money. by then mama was sceptical. a few minutes ago, he rang mama + asked her to meet him in dubai with a small sum of cash as collateral, in exchange he'll wire the us dollars his dad wanted to invest into the company account.

my delayed reaction was, "ma! there's no royal families there. africans were tribal nomads, if i remembered right. liberia is a government started by the black american settlers." mama answered, "but he travelled first class." my sister suggested, "he's a professional conman la ma. would his story be plausible to you if he were to fly economy? i think you should see more movies on con meng-con."

any good con meng-con movies we should let mama see?

anyways, never mistaken kindness for stupidity.

unless you think it is stupid to be kind. i think people who consider being kind as a sign of stupidity are scary. if i'm not mistaken, a conflict management text i read sometime back suggested that people who are manipulative view kindness as a weakness. how far true is that? nauzu billahi min dzalik, wallahu a’lam.

have a good weekend!

what remains is future

i saw a snippet of this documentary like movie called "ciplak" by a certain 26 year old khai. (a production made possible with the f.o.c. help from his malaysia + uk based friends ... that's what friends are for, for good times and bad times, i'll be on your side forever more, that's what friends are for, that's what friends are for) recently, when i crashed their preview for gsc peeps, i have to be honest with you, "ciplak" caught my attention; i was surprised + excited. no doubt the film smells low budget but it was the delivery which had swept me off my feet. (ti.e.na, no more medulla oblongata joke, thanks very much. nanti orang assume we're no school-ded vacuous bimbos when we know we're talking about cerebellar dysfunction); "ciplak" was refreshingly witty, full of humour. "ciplak" offers a candid discussion on the local bajakan industry. if you like "fast food nation" or alamak, apa title the indie on trainers, well if you like them, you'd like "ciplak". (i know i'm over doing the (...), it's bugging the flow of my karangan + some might go, "enough already!!!" + my answer? ske laa, jeles pe?)

apa lagi, catch it at the gsc near you lah! they'd be screening "ciplak" for the next two weeks yo.

"my only intention of making this movie was to make it ... because my dream was to make a feature-length movie before i turned 26. i just wanted to make a movie by the time i was 25, which i did. it’s just coming out now that i’m 26." - khai

shoot! i'll be 30 in two years time. would i be able to deliver my 'vision 30.y.o.' when i turn 30? and so that is the question we're left with. one of which (the vision laa not the question) is to hit the *cough* milloinaire mark by the age of 30. the younger, ambitious me didn't specify a millionaire under which currency, thank goodness! (i'm now imagining myself swimming in my rupiah converted ringgit) *snickers* hmmmmm ... maybe if we make the right moves we'd hit jackpot. if khai can do it, so can we. *the sneaky snicker turns to a nervous titter*

*wegra goes back to her drawing board*

by the way, we hung out last night ...

we were at the ciplak launch party. i was excited to go because i found out that dragon red was playing. they played an acoustic set though + surprisingly they were still really good, especially that guy who was plucking the guitar away. what was his name again tiena? i went smiling when i saw baki emceeing, i haven't seen him since he made his career move. the thing i remember about him was the drama in his narrating, a simple boring encounter sounded theatrical coming from him. apparently he's got his own show on 8tv now, with a fan in tow bugging him last night for the tee he was wearing. oh! it was a male fan. hurmmmm ...

is 8tv changing their approach? they used to have party fun peeps on their programmes. i'm wondering 'cos ain's on the breakfast show now. both ain + baki are smart + witty. this common friend who's been bugging me to watch the breakfast show even commented that ain brought in "pandai" into the show.

dzu + sooz + ifzan + friends dropped by for a bit much later.

by 2 a.m. the battery has gone way beyond weak yo!

tonite i'm out to win cranium in beluntas. have a good day folks!

i reckon

... it is timely that the nation consider venturing beyond the forever pilot syndrome, demonstrator applications or pilot projects are expensive investments and goes to waste when many failed to roll out

... the press, especially the titles formerly known as the broadsheets, should highlight the brains behind policy development like Dr K J John (an OP ... not bad!) + their proposals instead of batu seremban + teh tarik in space so that peeps, especially the previledged + educated, are assured that they are in safe hands

... i should upgrade to K800i (phewwit!!! ... cepat muz, experiment!)

... i should ignore my sister when she asks me out to the malls (shopping spree x 2 ... pokai very the ok)

... i should kick shrek's + tiena's butt tonite for pulling their own hitz fm gotcha call on me, when i was in a serious mode doing work (see ya later folks!)

three weddings and my funeral

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