I intended to wake up at three to watch the Euro final but I was too knackered that I didn't even bother to raise as much as my head to switch off the phone alarm. I was out at 8 a.m. and reached home at 9 p.m. I fell asleep right after Spidey 3 on HBO concluded.
But rejoice!Spain trumped Germany and that fact alone was enough to make me happy. Sorry Waa, it's not Germany time, again! I think the team is simply jinxed... I have no idea how Torres scored the goal (it might be beautiful for football buffs; I have yet to achieve the ability to appreciate the beauty of the game) and no inkling whatsoever of how Ballack's attempt to score a goal for his homeland met a futile end. But I know that Fabregas, the Spaniard Golden Boy, is a year older than me. Just thinking about the millions he has already made at such a young age make my head spin...
I have no keen interest in football but something as big as this will not escape my attention...
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Re-uniting!
Mood: It's a clout!
Listening to: 1973 - James Blunt
Reading: Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Invariably,a crowded, stifling mall has always been an option for a school reunion. I guess it all boils down to a few basic facts associated with the aforementioned venue. There's an array of restaurants one can choose to dine at, there's always the indispensable component of today's mall which is the cinema, and there are shops to do some window shopping, if nothing serious is involved. I chanced upon this invitation and I was excited.
Now,I'm dreading it.
It's been almost two years boys!And so much has changed in that span of time. Even a few things have come undone.
I must brace myself for today's meeting. Hopefully, I'll come presentable and ready for future conversations. Hopefully, all banters will roll off our tongues naturally...
Listening to: 1973 - James Blunt
Reading: Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Invariably,a crowded, stifling mall has always been an option for a school reunion. I guess it all boils down to a few basic facts associated with the aforementioned venue. There's an array of restaurants one can choose to dine at, there's always the indispensable component of today's mall which is the cinema, and there are shops to do some window shopping, if nothing serious is involved. I chanced upon this invitation and I was excited.
Now,I'm dreading it.
It's been almost two years boys!And so much has changed in that span of time. Even a few things have come undone.
I must brace myself for today's meeting. Hopefully, I'll come presentable and ready for future conversations. Hopefully, all banters will roll off our tongues naturally...
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
The tenth post!
Another tag. I'm loving this.
The Rules :
1.Each blogger must post these rules first.
2.Each blogger starts with seven random facts/habits about themselves.
3.Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose seven people to be tagged and list their names.
7 facts about me:
1. I dread driving classes. I always have a feeling that I'm not gonna pull through, that I'm such a big loser, that my eye-hand-foot coordination left too much to be desired...
2. I always have my posts typed on Word first before transferring the drafts to the posting board (huh?). I do this to make sure that whatever I’ve written will not be lost should the connection break down, which happened all the time back in college. Otherwise, I’m just being tentative.
3. I’m drawn to brand not style.
4. My idea of learning is rather skewed. Orientated to the academic structure that requires regurgitation of information during the exam since I was seven, almost all knowledge I’ve gained so far is committed to memory rather than my having understood them. I might find it hard to explain splitting of orbitals of a transition element in the presence of ligands or how does a biosensor work. The end of A-levels also means the end of knowledge empowerment. Thank you the education system…
5. I can’t dance. Blame it on my sloppy eye-feet-hand coordination.
6. There are no particular sports that I’m good at. The last time I played football was when I was in Form 5. I can never get things right when there are too many people in the team. In other words, I don’t like a game that involves too many people. I picked up squash in the last semester. I liked it. Well, at least for the first few games. Soon, the idea of hitting the ball and see it bouncing off the wall became too redundant. Oh, my friends can attest to the fact that I was not so good in that game too.
7. When I go to a place and live there for a time, I’ll fall in love with it. Not long after, I’ll become dependent to it. That’s what KYUEM is to me now.
7 things that scare me:
1. Not making the grades hence not able to receive an unconditional offer from dream university.
2. Maggots. They are just plain disgusting.
3. Losing a family member when I’m away. Or knowing that my parents are driving in an area where cars are like primed missiles and the drivers’ stupidity is murderous. A call from the police station is at the last place in my list of phone calls that I anticipate…
4. Having the JPJ guy fail my driving test. Or a condescending driving instructor.
5. Salesmen on the prowl. They can suddenly appear from the thin air knocking madly on your door. Worse if they don’t want to go away after a relentless attempt to shoo him. One particular incident when I was small still haunts me up to today. The guy threatened to break in when we turned down his offer. Desperate people go to desperate measures…
6. The afterlife. Am I really ready for that?
7. Economic downturn. As a government sponsored student, the outlook can be grimy should economic recession hit the country again…
7 songs at the moment:
Given the somber mood I’m drowning in now, the selection of songs can be tad too depressing.
1. Bye Bye – Mariah Carey
2. I’ll Stand By You – Carrie Underwood
3. Melawan Kesepian – Datuk? Datin Seri? Siti Nurhaliza
4. Bleedin’ Love Live! At AI7 – Leona Lewis
5. Jump – Madonna
6. I Need To Wake Up – Melissa Etheridge
7. If You Want Me – OST from Rush
7 things i always say:
1. Matilaaa or Dielah camni (ever the pessimistic me!)
2. D-oh! (when pointing out something obvious. D-oh!)
3. Huh?
4. Takdelah (continue to live in denial)
5. Hurm, nantila (punctuated by a lazy drawl; me – the ultra procrastinator)
6. OMG!
7. I dunno (this can be avoiding or I’m completely clueless when I say this)
7 people i tag:
1. Dr. Firqry
2. Hajar
3. Anwar (I hope you still do tags)
4. Lyla
5. Tyra
6. Pidah
7. Waa (now you’re done with exams, go do the tag!)
The Rules :
1.Each blogger must post these rules first.
2.Each blogger starts with seven random facts/habits about themselves.
3.Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose seven people to be tagged and list their names.
7 facts about me:
1. I dread driving classes. I always have a feeling that I'm not gonna pull through, that I'm such a big loser, that my eye-hand-foot coordination left too much to be desired...
2. I always have my posts typed on Word first before transferring the drafts to the posting board (huh?). I do this to make sure that whatever I’ve written will not be lost should the connection break down, which happened all the time back in college. Otherwise, I’m just being tentative.
3. I’m drawn to brand not style.
4. My idea of learning is rather skewed. Orientated to the academic structure that requires regurgitation of information during the exam since I was seven, almost all knowledge I’ve gained so far is committed to memory rather than my having understood them. I might find it hard to explain splitting of orbitals of a transition element in the presence of ligands or how does a biosensor work. The end of A-levels also means the end of knowledge empowerment. Thank you the education system…
5. I can’t dance. Blame it on my sloppy eye-feet-hand coordination.
6. There are no particular sports that I’m good at. The last time I played football was when I was in Form 5. I can never get things right when there are too many people in the team. In other words, I don’t like a game that involves too many people. I picked up squash in the last semester. I liked it. Well, at least for the first few games. Soon, the idea of hitting the ball and see it bouncing off the wall became too redundant. Oh, my friends can attest to the fact that I was not so good in that game too.
7. When I go to a place and live there for a time, I’ll fall in love with it. Not long after, I’ll become dependent to it. That’s what KYUEM is to me now.
7 things that scare me:
1. Not making the grades hence not able to receive an unconditional offer from dream university.
2. Maggots. They are just plain disgusting.
3. Losing a family member when I’m away. Or knowing that my parents are driving in an area where cars are like primed missiles and the drivers’ stupidity is murderous. A call from the police station is at the last place in my list of phone calls that I anticipate…
4. Having the JPJ guy fail my driving test. Or a condescending driving instructor.
5. Salesmen on the prowl. They can suddenly appear from the thin air knocking madly on your door. Worse if they don’t want to go away after a relentless attempt to shoo him. One particular incident when I was small still haunts me up to today. The guy threatened to break in when we turned down his offer. Desperate people go to desperate measures…
6. The afterlife. Am I really ready for that?
7. Economic downturn. As a government sponsored student, the outlook can be grimy should economic recession hit the country again…
7 songs at the moment:
Given the somber mood I’m drowning in now, the selection of songs can be tad too depressing.
1. Bye Bye – Mariah Carey
2. I’ll Stand By You – Carrie Underwood
3. Melawan Kesepian – Datuk? Datin Seri? Siti Nurhaliza
4. Bleedin’ Love Live! At AI7 – Leona Lewis
5. Jump – Madonna
6. I Need To Wake Up – Melissa Etheridge
7. If You Want Me – OST from Rush
7 things i always say:
1. Matilaaa or Dielah camni (ever the pessimistic me!)
2. D-oh! (when pointing out something obvious. D-oh!)
3. Huh?
4. Takdelah (continue to live in denial)
5. Hurm, nantila (punctuated by a lazy drawl; me – the ultra procrastinator)
6. OMG!
7. I dunno (this can be avoiding or I’m completely clueless when I say this)
7 people i tag:
1. Dr. Firqry
2. Hajar
3. Anwar (I hope you still do tags)
4. Lyla
5. Tyra
6. Pidah
7. Waa (now you’re done with exams, go do the tag!)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Apparently, friendship can be bought and sold at a 7-11 outlet...
Note: This is not a eulogy for any number of friendships that I have had…
This is something that I fish out from my dear old blog with a few alterations here and there. It’s a fitting tribute to my current standing as a friend to many now that I’ve read someone’s blog hitherto was made private. I’m not saying that I’m bringing my friendship back to the drawing board to be examined. Nor that I’m planning to dismiss it after my thorough evaluation. I’m trying to comprehend the complex nature of friendship that is…
Some time last year, I hit the bottommost point. I know that there is no use to commiserate with me on my irrevocably lost dream. Life, as we know it, has to go on even though the latest turn of events are not in favor of us. That I have to swallow my own medicine however bitter it is. And at this critical juncture, I need friends (apart from family that is) to fall on. A shoulder to cry on.
There’s no point of denying the fact that a friendship cultivated and matured in a matter of a year or two has as shaky a foundation as a house of cards built in a bowl of wobbly pudding. With a slight shake applied on the bowl simulating an earthquake, the house crumbles. And it shall not come as a surprise that such friendship, ‘born’ on the basis of “mutual understanding and interests” can fall to pieces as easily.
I don’t and won’t regret befriending them. We shared our crude jokes, juicy gossips, tear-inducing news, and anger together and even though this fragile friendship is now fractured, your presence leaves a permanent footprint in my heart. The fact that we now share almost zero common ground may cause the drift. Distance further estranges us as frequent interactions provide sustenance for friendship to continue. Yes, I confess that I feel awkward to initiate conversation with former schoolmates. We’re done with reminiscing the past and no matter how hard we try to sweeten it, to pepper it, the stories will only become tardier. This is because our very attempt to give life to them erodes their memorable qualities. In the end, we abandon our futile effort and inevitably, our friendship.
The abovementioned proposition may sound selfish. Some friendships do survive this acid test and carry on with the momentum of “mutual understanding and interests”. I still cherish this bond I share with some of my friends. Oddly enough, some of them were not even in my clique and worse I couldn’t stand them before! But they are there when I need their helping hand and soothing voice can be a phone call, an e-mail or an SMS away from me. I still make regular appearance in their prayers and well wishes are easily expressed. But do I do justice to them? Do I return the call when they most need me? Do I pray good luck for them? What makes me different from my ex-best friends (I’m ashamed to call them this)? I guess I just don’t know…
To reiterate the points above, I shall divulge these two real stories.
Story number 1: I admit that Shah is condescending. Dour. His words are laced with sarcasm, invisible to the oblivious but can easily be detected with simple analysis. But what makes him a friend indeed? This incident may seem trivial but it defined his friendship. He gave his bed for me to sleep in while he resorted to his study table to sleep during my impromptu visit to AAJ! Truth be told, I’m still ridden with guilt up to this day for putting him in such trouble. I don’t forgo my bed as easily for a friend but he has proven himself that he’s such a wonderful acquaintance even though we rarely saw eye-to-eye before.
Story number 2: This is about my selfish-self. Shahril and I were like peas in a pod before. We spent most of our time together and confided in many stories that permeated through the porous wall of our thoughts (this has a much deeper meaning). But class streaming brought a halt to this wonderful journey. He predicted that I would spend a great deal less time with him when we’re in different classes. I assured him that it wouldn’t happen. Eventually, the premonition was made a reality and we were very much like ordinary friends. This very fact hurt him but I, after finding a new clique, pretty much ignored him and moved on with my life. Even now, I deem his SMS trifling, our conversation forced, and our stories don’t seem linked anymore.
So, why bother to blame my ex-best friends if I also behave like them? A half of me finds it extremely hard to chuck out friendship even after a long period of time of no communication while the other half feels OK to let go of old friends once the “mutual understanding and interests” have evanesced into nothingness. Only circumstances can resolve this acute conflict, determining which half prevails over another.
I like Pidah’s idea about friendship. “Enjoy it while it lasts. Carry on with your life when it didn’t.” I’m hopelessly naive and this idea seems ideal given the circumstances. Up to 21 June 2008, I was basking in the full glory of my college friendships. Now the college life is over, I’m not too sure whether things will turn out good. Props to mom by saying that I’ll get over the people in the past soon. She experienced the void too after she left her school, her college, and her former workplaces. Almost certainly, the chasm was filled not long after she parted ways with her colleagues. However, it didn’t mean that she hadn’t kept tab on her friends. Only the time spent on evoking the past was greatly reduced. Me, I think the future is shrouded with uncertainty but I earnestly hope that these bonds are everlasting ones. I won’t expect much from them when THE time comes and they too shouldn’t expect too much from me then.
Quoting Jojo, “We’re just ordinary people.”
This is something that I fish out from my dear old blog with a few alterations here and there. It’s a fitting tribute to my current standing as a friend to many now that I’ve read someone’s blog hitherto was made private. I’m not saying that I’m bringing my friendship back to the drawing board to be examined. Nor that I’m planning to dismiss it after my thorough evaluation. I’m trying to comprehend the complex nature of friendship that is…
Some time last year, I hit the bottommost point. I know that there is no use to commiserate with me on my irrevocably lost dream. Life, as we know it, has to go on even though the latest turn of events are not in favor of us. That I have to swallow my own medicine however bitter it is. And at this critical juncture, I need friends (apart from family that is) to fall on. A shoulder to cry on.
There’s no point of denying the fact that a friendship cultivated and matured in a matter of a year or two has as shaky a foundation as a house of cards built in a bowl of wobbly pudding. With a slight shake applied on the bowl simulating an earthquake, the house crumbles. And it shall not come as a surprise that such friendship, ‘born’ on the basis of “mutual understanding and interests” can fall to pieces as easily.
I don’t and won’t regret befriending them. We shared our crude jokes, juicy gossips, tear-inducing news, and anger together and even though this fragile friendship is now fractured, your presence leaves a permanent footprint in my heart. The fact that we now share almost zero common ground may cause the drift. Distance further estranges us as frequent interactions provide sustenance for friendship to continue. Yes, I confess that I feel awkward to initiate conversation with former schoolmates. We’re done with reminiscing the past and no matter how hard we try to sweeten it, to pepper it, the stories will only become tardier. This is because our very attempt to give life to them erodes their memorable qualities. In the end, we abandon our futile effort and inevitably, our friendship.
The abovementioned proposition may sound selfish. Some friendships do survive this acid test and carry on with the momentum of “mutual understanding and interests”. I still cherish this bond I share with some of my friends. Oddly enough, some of them were not even in my clique and worse I couldn’t stand them before! But they are there when I need their helping hand and soothing voice can be a phone call, an e-mail or an SMS away from me. I still make regular appearance in their prayers and well wishes are easily expressed. But do I do justice to them? Do I return the call when they most need me? Do I pray good luck for them? What makes me different from my ex-best friends (I’m ashamed to call them this)? I guess I just don’t know…
To reiterate the points above, I shall divulge these two real stories.
Story number 1: I admit that Shah is condescending. Dour. His words are laced with sarcasm, invisible to the oblivious but can easily be detected with simple analysis. But what makes him a friend indeed? This incident may seem trivial but it defined his friendship. He gave his bed for me to sleep in while he resorted to his study table to sleep during my impromptu visit to AAJ! Truth be told, I’m still ridden with guilt up to this day for putting him in such trouble. I don’t forgo my bed as easily for a friend but he has proven himself that he’s such a wonderful acquaintance even though we rarely saw eye-to-eye before.
Story number 2: This is about my selfish-self. Shahril and I were like peas in a pod before. We spent most of our time together and confided in many stories that permeated through the porous wall of our thoughts (this has a much deeper meaning). But class streaming brought a halt to this wonderful journey. He predicted that I would spend a great deal less time with him when we’re in different classes. I assured him that it wouldn’t happen. Eventually, the premonition was made a reality and we were very much like ordinary friends. This very fact hurt him but I, after finding a new clique, pretty much ignored him and moved on with my life. Even now, I deem his SMS trifling, our conversation forced, and our stories don’t seem linked anymore.
So, why bother to blame my ex-best friends if I also behave like them? A half of me finds it extremely hard to chuck out friendship even after a long period of time of no communication while the other half feels OK to let go of old friends once the “mutual understanding and interests” have evanesced into nothingness. Only circumstances can resolve this acute conflict, determining which half prevails over another.
I like Pidah’s idea about friendship. “Enjoy it while it lasts. Carry on with your life when it didn’t.” I’m hopelessly naive and this idea seems ideal given the circumstances. Up to 21 June 2008, I was basking in the full glory of my college friendships. Now the college life is over, I’m not too sure whether things will turn out good. Props to mom by saying that I’ll get over the people in the past soon. She experienced the void too after she left her school, her college, and her former workplaces. Almost certainly, the chasm was filled not long after she parted ways with her colleagues. However, it didn’t mean that she hadn’t kept tab on her friends. Only the time spent on evoking the past was greatly reduced. Me, I think the future is shrouded with uncertainty but I earnestly hope that these bonds are everlasting ones. I won’t expect much from them when THE time comes and they too shouldn’t expect too much from me then.
Quoting Jojo, “We’re just ordinary people.”
Monday, June 23, 2008
Bamboozled!
Listening to: Stand By You - Carrie Underwood
Mood: A bit surprised...
What if your friend is not what you think he or she is?
What if your friends are such sweet talkers in front of you but behind you, they'll spare nothing to vilify you?
Some camarederie might not be as honest as I would have loved. Keeping tab with reality, an honest friendship seems a bit too stretched to ask for. Then again, it exists. It only exists around me. I'm always at th periphery of the loop.
I've come to term that if a superficial friendship is the only thing that I can have, so be it. I'm not asking for too much.
In retrospect, I'm not too good a friend...
But I'll try my best not to desecrate my friendship without them knowing even though it's tempting...
Mood: A bit surprised...
What if your friend is not what you think he or she is?
What if your friends are such sweet talkers in front of you but behind you, they'll spare nothing to vilify you?
Some camarederie might not be as honest as I would have loved. Keeping tab with reality, an honest friendship seems a bit too stretched to ask for. Then again, it exists. It only exists around me. I'm always at th periphery of the loop.
I've come to term that if a superficial friendship is the only thing that I can have, so be it. I'm not asking for too much.
In retrospect, I'm not too good a friend...
But I'll try my best not to desecrate my friendship without them knowing even though it's tempting...
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Come out, come out!
Listening to: Breakin' Up - Rilo Kiley
Mood: Bored
Pidah's gonna make his blog public soon. I can't wait to read his takes on things past. I bet he has a convoluted mind too. Have people found out about my new blog?
Another unproductive day tarnished only by my initiation in cleaning up little kid a.k.a. my little bro. By that I mean I had to wash him after he poo-pooed, bathe him and brush his teeth. Daunting at first but now I'm gonna jump at every opportunity to do something new. That's why I've plucked the courage to put the driving school on speed dial. I hope the test is not slated for next week coz I'm now stiffer than a girder when it comes to manouvering an automobile.
Oh, I think my bro half faked his stomach upset this morning. Scheming he is.
Mood: Bored
Pidah's gonna make his blog public soon. I can't wait to read his takes on things past. I bet he has a convoluted mind too. Have people found out about my new blog?
Another unproductive day tarnished only by my initiation in cleaning up little kid a.k.a. my little bro. By that I mean I had to wash him after he poo-pooed, bathe him and brush his teeth. Daunting at first but now I'm gonna jump at every opportunity to do something new. That's why I've plucked the courage to put the driving school on speed dial. I hope the test is not slated for next week coz I'm now stiffer than a girder when it comes to manouvering an automobile.
Oh, I think my bro half faked his stomach upset this morning. Scheming he is.
The KYUEM Tag
1. What do you love most of kyuem?
D-oh!My friends of course. And the teachers as well. I'd give the world to turn back the clock to 11th July 2006...
2. What do you least love of kyuem?
The intermittent Internet connection especially the one in the chalet area. I still have not forgiven the IT people for laundering my RM25 to get Internet service on my laptop...
3. Favourite place in kyuem?
I know Fiqry will agree with me. The RC. The place to meet up with people. To get properly connected with the world (newspapers aplenty and the Internet connection is just superb). Ironically, it was a year ago that I last borrowed a book from the place. The cafe comes in second.
4. Favourite activity in kyuem?
Gossiping with likeminded fellas.
5. What you would most likely miss about this place?
The essence of the college life itself. Everything that's related to it. Friends, teachers, facilities, and even Pn. Rog!
6. What you would not miss at all about this place?
Ikan Keli.
7. This place teaches you...
To be independent. To be more assertive. To be a more wholesome person, not just a one-dimensional character on this stage called life...
8. Favourite teecher?
Every single one of them. Miss Yati for her acerbic but motivating stature, Mr. Highton for his goofiness, Mr. Hanson for his enthusiasm and wit, and Pn. Raha for her giddiness.
9. Favourite non-academic staff?
Puan Kas. She's been very helpful, accommodating, and resourceful.
10. Would you return to visit this college in the future?
Definitely! In a heartbeat. Well, depending on my results really...
11. If you don't come here, you would probably never in your entire life found...
People with the most unimaginable credentials and traits.
12. The one thing you can never seem to understand about this college is...
Why some people resort to being hypocritical to be accepted by the society.
13. If you could have it your way, the tagline for kyuem should be...
'Tis the place...
D-oh!My friends of course. And the teachers as well. I'd give the world to turn back the clock to 11th July 2006...
2. What do you least love of kyuem?
The intermittent Internet connection especially the one in the chalet area. I still have not forgiven the IT people for laundering my RM25 to get Internet service on my laptop...
3. Favourite place in kyuem?
I know Fiqry will agree with me. The RC. The place to meet up with people. To get properly connected with the world (newspapers aplenty and the Internet connection is just superb). Ironically, it was a year ago that I last borrowed a book from the place. The cafe comes in second.
4. Favourite activity in kyuem?
Gossiping with likeminded fellas.
5. What you would most likely miss about this place?
The essence of the college life itself. Everything that's related to it. Friends, teachers, facilities, and even Pn. Rog!
6. What you would not miss at all about this place?
Ikan Keli.
7. This place teaches you...
To be independent. To be more assertive. To be a more wholesome person, not just a one-dimensional character on this stage called life...
8. Favourite teecher?
Every single one of them. Miss Yati for her acerbic but motivating stature, Mr. Highton for his goofiness, Mr. Hanson for his enthusiasm and wit, and Pn. Raha for her giddiness.
9. Favourite non-academic staff?
Puan Kas. She's been very helpful, accommodating, and resourceful.
10. Would you return to visit this college in the future?
Definitely! In a heartbeat. Well, depending on my results really...
11. If you don't come here, you would probably never in your entire life found...
People with the most unimaginable credentials and traits.
12. The one thing you can never seem to understand about this college is...
Why some people resort to being hypocritical to be accepted by the society.
13. If you could have it your way, the tagline for kyuem should be...
'Tis the place...
The First Tag
I should have done this tag long ago; preferably, right after the A-Levels drew to a close. But the past couple of weeks had been filled extremely inane activities, delaying my response. Now I’m back at home, KY is behind me and I’m struggling to move on. Prior to coming home, I was indulging in the thought to update my blog what with a more stable Internet connection and plenty of time at hand. Hell, I was wrong! The blazing fast connection was anything but. And now, I’m suffering from chronic Internet withdrawal. I’m destined not to be able to go online at least for a couple of months unless I manage to get hold of myself and brave the outside world by stepping into a crowded, slightly dinky CC to get my (new) blog updated. True to the T, my existence has never been so dreary…
Cutting to the chase, this game rule is as follows. Rule: Go to Google and search the phrase. Tag friends. Please use your REAL 1st name. Use the first thing that comes up that makes sense.
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search
A: This one is a cute one. Well, in reality, I’m not a big fan of toddlers. Quoting the recently dismissed Cranny, babies are ugly. If I were one day become a doctor, pediatric department will definitely come last in the list of what-speciality-that-I-want-to-endavour… What Firdaus needs is… Since Firdaus needs a diaper change, we went to the park at Rue du Temple and take a break there while figuring out where we were. The family in question is a resident of Switzerland. A young couple from Malaysia with a bright future stretched ahead of them. I’ve never been to Paris but the Firdaus that required his soiled diaper changed had seen the Eiffel Tower in person. Oh, didn’t I mention that he’s kinda cute? Something that we have in common I guess… = P
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
So Firdaus looks equally like both of my parents. Talk about a strong competition between the X and Y chromosomes…
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:
A: Firdaus says the new health workers have already made an impact in Chela Bandi. Firdaus, a student, stoops to enter the tented home of the Akhtar family –an igloo-shaped canvas and aluminium shelter in the ruins of Chela Bandi village in Pakistan-Administered Kashmir.
Now this is an insight into my future. Or what I hope I will end up being. Why, joining a volunteer body such as MERCY that is! And yeah, the family this Firdaus visited bore the same name as my future senior in Edinburgh (if everything goes well *prays hard*). I hope he left behind an everlasting impression on the family…
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:
A: Firdaus wants to be comfortable, but she also wants power of her own.
Now now, it’s a well known fact that Firdaus is a pretty universal name. Or should I say a unisex one? Trust me, from this point, most of the search results show Firdaus as a female name. The only trace of truth in this sentence is that I enjoy power and most importantly, comfort…
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
A: Firdaus does not only dream but is politically active as well: she participates in a. march against the government.I think my counterpart who is of the fairer sex is more ambitious and driven than I am. I bet this woman wholeheartedly believes in feminism, a stickler to gender equality, a staunch supporter of suffragist if she lived in the right era. And also a leftist. The last trait might resemble me in a more solid way…
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
A: Firdaus is “a famous prostitute” that hates men, kings, princes and rulers,. gender and class oppressors.
Hahahahahahahahaha. LMAO. This really did it! Me? A whore? Therefore, I decided to find a more sensible result. Firdaus hates remake. What sort of remake, I wonder… But given the first result that I got, and the fact that I’m reading Grotesque, a novel on prostitution, I believe that this slut is not too much into plastic surgery to wow the men…
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search:
A: Firdaus asks. "Bad?" Tawfiq says. "How could he be bad—how could any of us be?”
Well, I dunno who Tawfiq was referring to. But I certainly have an idea that we’re not THAT bad. Could it be the Cerek Guy? Well he’s forgiven…
Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:
A: Crushed, Firdaus goes back to prostitution, and is threatened by police action by a local pimp.
Seriously, my future does look that bleak! I know I screwed up my A-Levels but I don’t think I’ll stoop down so low that selling my body is my only salvation… Not liking it, I searched for another result. Not too good either. I’m a mad villager who commits an honour killing and hell-bent to get justice, although through an inappropriate channel…
Firdaus goes on a violent rampage to avenge his sister's rape
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search:
A: Besides writing, Firdaus also likes to surf the Internet, draw and edit videos
Finally, something that I can relate myself to. The only false statement here is I don’t edit videos. And I guess I’m still on sabbatical from drawing buildings…
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search:
A: 'Without eating chicken and eggs, I cannot see myself leading a normal life.' – Firdaus.
Firdaus likes his protein sources. This is particularly true about myself. I’d squander my cash to the café to get small dishes of chicken (or eggs) on fish and meat days back then… Pidah once said that I might go extinct if I continued to cling to my fussy dietary needs should one day all the chickens and eggs become harmful and inedible. Seriously, I don’t care.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search:
A: Firdaus wears make-up like an upper class woman.
I can’t fancy seeing myself with thick make-up or appear like a career or an aristocrat woman. Because I’m never gonna use make-up (unless I decide to join a drama club later on) or become a drag imitating an upper class woman. The second result says Firdaus wears spectacles. This also doesn’t describe me. Eat your tomatoes boys and girls!
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search:
A: Firdaus, is arrested because she writes and the very act of writing
I have always loved writing. I look forward to being published. What I don’t intend is to be apprehended by the authority although I like to spice things up with a pinch of controversy. But whuttahell. If I get arrested for writing slanderous essays or I get to dig up some dirt on corrupted social members, I might make the 100 Time Most Influential Persons.
Seriously, that was fun even though most of the times, the hits missed the targets by a few thousand miles... But compiling it made me smile. And I need a sliver of hope and happiness to forge on. I shall stop dwelling in the past...
I tag Anwar, Tyra, OB, Jo Tan, Ateqs, Alia, Pidah (I know you have a blog), Meor, and everyone else who blogs nowadays (which makes it literally everyone!).
Cutting to the chase, this game rule is as follows. Rule: Go to Google and search the phrase. Tag friends. Please use your REAL 1st name. Use the first thing that comes up that makes sense.
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search
A: This one is a cute one. Well, in reality, I’m not a big fan of toddlers. Quoting the recently dismissed Cranny, babies are ugly. If I were one day become a doctor, pediatric department will definitely come last in the list of what-speciality-that-I-want-to-endavour… What Firdaus needs is… Since Firdaus needs a diaper change, we went to the park at Rue du Temple and take a break there while figuring out where we were. The family in question is a resident of Switzerland. A young couple from Malaysia with a bright future stretched ahead of them. I’ve never been to Paris but the Firdaus that required his soiled diaper changed had seen the Eiffel Tower in person. Oh, didn’t I mention that he’s kinda cute? Something that we have in common I guess… = P
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
So Firdaus looks equally like both of my parents. Talk about a strong competition between the X and Y chromosomes…
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:
A: Firdaus says the new health workers have already made an impact in Chela Bandi. Firdaus, a student, stoops to enter the tented home of the Akhtar family –an igloo-shaped canvas and aluminium shelter in the ruins of Chela Bandi village in Pakistan-Administered Kashmir.
Now this is an insight into my future. Or what I hope I will end up being. Why, joining a volunteer body such as MERCY that is! And yeah, the family this Firdaus visited bore the same name as my future senior in Edinburgh (if everything goes well *prays hard*). I hope he left behind an everlasting impression on the family…
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:
A: Firdaus wants to be comfortable, but she also wants power of her own.
Now now, it’s a well known fact that Firdaus is a pretty universal name. Or should I say a unisex one? Trust me, from this point, most of the search results show Firdaus as a female name. The only trace of truth in this sentence is that I enjoy power and most importantly, comfort…
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
A: Firdaus does not only dream but is politically active as well: she participates in a. march against the government.I think my counterpart who is of the fairer sex is more ambitious and driven than I am. I bet this woman wholeheartedly believes in feminism, a stickler to gender equality, a staunch supporter of suffragist if she lived in the right era. And also a leftist. The last trait might resemble me in a more solid way…
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
A: Firdaus is “a famous prostitute” that hates men, kings, princes and rulers,. gender and class oppressors.
Hahahahahahahahaha. LMAO. This really did it! Me? A whore? Therefore, I decided to find a more sensible result. Firdaus hates remake. What sort of remake, I wonder… But given the first result that I got, and the fact that I’m reading Grotesque, a novel on prostitution, I believe that this slut is not too much into plastic surgery to wow the men…
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search:
A: Firdaus asks. "Bad?" Tawfiq says. "How could he be bad—how could any of us be?”
Well, I dunno who Tawfiq was referring to. But I certainly have an idea that we’re not THAT bad. Could it be the Cerek Guy? Well he’s forgiven…
Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:
A: Crushed, Firdaus goes back to prostitution, and is threatened by police action by a local pimp.
Seriously, my future does look that bleak! I know I screwed up my A-Levels but I don’t think I’ll stoop down so low that selling my body is my only salvation… Not liking it, I searched for another result. Not too good either. I’m a mad villager who commits an honour killing and hell-bent to get justice, although through an inappropriate channel…
Firdaus goes on a violent rampage to avenge his sister's rape
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search:
A: Besides writing, Firdaus also likes to surf the Internet, draw and edit videos
Finally, something that I can relate myself to. The only false statement here is I don’t edit videos. And I guess I’m still on sabbatical from drawing buildings…
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search:
A: 'Without eating chicken and eggs, I cannot see myself leading a normal life.' – Firdaus.
Firdaus likes his protein sources. This is particularly true about myself. I’d squander my cash to the café to get small dishes of chicken (or eggs) on fish and meat days back then… Pidah once said that I might go extinct if I continued to cling to my fussy dietary needs should one day all the chickens and eggs become harmful and inedible. Seriously, I don’t care.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search:
A: Firdaus wears make-up like an upper class woman.
I can’t fancy seeing myself with thick make-up or appear like a career or an aristocrat woman. Because I’m never gonna use make-up (unless I decide to join a drama club later on) or become a drag imitating an upper class woman. The second result says Firdaus wears spectacles. This also doesn’t describe me. Eat your tomatoes boys and girls!
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search:
A: Firdaus, is arrested because she writes and the very act of writing
I have always loved writing. I look forward to being published. What I don’t intend is to be apprehended by the authority although I like to spice things up with a pinch of controversy. But whuttahell. If I get arrested for writing slanderous essays or I get to dig up some dirt on corrupted social members, I might make the 100 Time Most Influential Persons.
Seriously, that was fun even though most of the times, the hits missed the targets by a few thousand miles... But compiling it made me smile. And I need a sliver of hope and happiness to forge on. I shall stop dwelling in the past...
I tag Anwar, Tyra, OB, Jo Tan, Ateqs, Alia, Pidah (I know you have a blog), Meor, and everyone else who blogs nowadays (which makes it literally everyone!).
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Listening to : Bye Bye - Mariah Carey
Reading : Grotesque - Natsuo Kirino
Mood : Morose
Second day at home. Everything still feels weird. Everything that I touch or I do is tinged with yesterday's memories.
I'm still suffering from the hangover of the two-year past. When I'm sober, I'm afraid that I'll have the guts to move on.
KY, you'll be sorely missed...
Reading : Grotesque - Natsuo Kirino
Mood : Morose
Second day at home. Everything still feels weird. Everything that I touch or I do is tinged with yesterday's memories.
I'm still suffering from the hangover of the two-year past. When I'm sober, I'm afraid that I'll have the guts to move on.
KY, you'll be sorely missed...
Friday, June 20, 2008
Life, as I see it.... Now!
When I said that life is a journey, I really meant it.
After what had happened in the last few days, I’d love to liken my current state of mind to a scene of me driving in a jalopy on an inestimably long, straight stretch of road. There should be no company sitting next to me, no luggage in the boot, no oncoming vehicles. But the weak, pallid sun might hang just above the western horizon or a moon, full and beautiful, peering shyly through the amorphous clouds. There’ll be no music on but I must admit that the humming of the engine is a beat that I wish I could create a song out of it. I will cry but I’ll be too coward to dab my teary eyes dry.
Out of desperation, or perhaps sheer laziness, I’ll decide that I’m too fatigued, too confused, and too forlorn to turn around and drive back to the place where I began this journey. Tear-streaked, I’ll pull over by the roadside. Maybe I’ll just hit the brake and kill the engine when the car is still on the tarmac. I’ll step out of the car and consider for a moment. That on the second thought, in a hunch, I will leave the engine running. There will be a creek flowing nearby which opens to an estuary; the water seems almost stagnant. Or maybe there’ll be many small mounds of sand, just like the ones in the Saad Square now, arid yet inviting. I’ll advance to them and before I step into the water or climb the knoll, I’ll mechanically plonk myself on the gravel. Here, I’ll think. That deep in my heart, this is not what I’m really doing.
I’ve been up there since time immemorial and I’m falling. Falling into my own life. I’m about to hit it now…
The First One
Listening to : Jump - Madonna
Mood : Convoluted
Nothing is permanent in this world. We continuously shift from one place to another. The faces that we see today might not be the same ones the next day. Although it's a must that we absorb everything around us like a sponge, we must never forget that in the end, we have to let go. Or learn how to. We are, after all, transients...
I've jumped to a whole new era. It doesn't mean that I will stop here.
Mood : Convoluted
Nothing is permanent in this world. We continuously shift from one place to another. The faces that we see today might not be the same ones the next day. Although it's a must that we absorb everything around us like a sponge, we must never forget that in the end, we have to let go. Or learn how to. We are, after all, transients...
I've jumped to a whole new era. It doesn't mean that I will stop here.
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