parents, teach your children on how to use the toilet

i was on my way back from the memorable Rock The World 7, took monorail to klsentral, switched to putra LRT to gombak. at the gombak station, i needed to pee. so i went to the washroom. paid 20 cents which to me is absurd because it should have been included in the ticket fare. a public toilet in a public transportation hub? dude, it should have been free. not to mention that only passengers are able to use the toilet because it was placed inside,i mean after you check in with the ticket-lah.take note public transport operator,we i conclude that your service sucks.

so i went to the toilet.i prefer to sit when i pee.peed soundly, turned my head right, a signage got me thinking,do we really need to be reminded about this?

come on, developed country by 2020?but still can't use the toilet right?shit,we're one fucked up nation right now,don't you think?

meanpeople likes.....

CINTA

the most recent movie i watched with my girlfriend (lyn). a local movie, a phenomenon, a local production which abashed other local movies that made them want to hide that face in their pocket.
people say this movie imitates hollywood's 'love actually'; maybe the idea, but the plot and scenes are totally different. it rocks the feminine side of me.hah. 10 stars, 10 love stories. i would highly recommend anyone to watch this, if you want to see a girl cry, bring her along.
other recent movies: cicakman <-- yup, watched it, and dug it.

TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE
i bought this book at the borders last week.read the synopsis and fell for it(yeah,i'm that easily influenced).and this time, i don't mind, not a bit.the book was a good read.finished it in one day; 1.it was not that thick 2.it just made me keep flipping those pages.

"an old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson"

the story revolves around a dying philosophy professor with his ex-(favorite)student spending some time on every tuesday of his dying days. they talked about life, love, forgiveness, family, and stuff about how life should be interpreted.it's a touching story of life after realizing that you'll be dead in 6 months.and he ended the months full with love.*sob
other recent book: google story, blink still reading: freakonomics, vernon god little

METAL GEAR AC!D
my latest addiction is my PSP.and right now trying to complete this game.wasted a lot of time on this one,but it's ok.gaming is my new hobby.and for this, i'd like to give my greates of apology to ben who i once called a gaming junkie.i understand the irrestible sin of gaming now.

JUNK

my new printed media for my music indulgence. cool mag with cool graphics and contents.covers all kinds of music from dance to metal, from mainstream to indie bands and majorly focuses on the music scenes from the south-east asian region.the fact that junk encloses a compilation cd with every purchases causes an earthquake (because it rocks too much....whatever). my favorite magazine since TONE went out of production.

ROCK THE WORLD 7
*speechless
the best gig ever.lo rocks,the crowds (which also includes posers) were hysterical,the sound system was awesome,and i had a hell of a 23-year-old time.although i missed some good bands, i still get to dig a whole lot of vibrating bands.and i thank whoever that made this happen.
bands watched:jason lo, muck, popshuvit, the official,love me butch, and others which i'm not fond of or ignored
bands missed but loved to watch: pete teo, lucy in the loo, damn dirty apes, bittersweet, couple

BITTERSWEET-perfect match

my latest audio fix. the latest the-next-big-thing in the local indie music scene.i caught their performance at the laundry bar once, not only they played good music, they also got the audience all excited.the phrase 'born to be a rockstar' is definitely for them.
the critics categorize their music as brit-rock, for me.........music.
favorite track: perfect match
recent cd: pete teo-television, seven collar t-shirt-drones

new toll rates sucks!

from the star:

"Samy Vellu said the Government had paid RM479.7mil in toll subsidy in the past six years"

479.7 mil / 6 = 79.95 mil per year. is that too much for 5.5 mil of kl population (from msc article) where most of the tolls are. first the petrol subsidy, now the road. is the government paying too much? for the 5.5 mil who pay their road tax, with the LDP being shut down for half a year, with the national income of trillions, i guess they're still subsidizing too much for the people.i dont mind paying a little more if i can really see where the subsidized portion saved is going to.the poor is still poor, the rich gets richer, public transport still sucks,etc. i hate it when they say, 'we're still paying the cheapest comparing to bla bla bla'; of course we are, that's why i love my country.if you want to be like other country, i might as well live there..right?

i'm sick of it all.i'm not an anarchist, but i'm also not a government extremist.i'm happy when i am am, i'll let you know when i'm not.

when nik aziz speaks

Dec 10, 2006. local news got excited with the statement new policy Nik Aziz (Menteri Besar of Kelantan) announced which offended the ladies. Most of the comments were, assuming the worst of the decision. they said:

.women are not objects
.disrespect women by treating them like infants
.The unsolicited and patronising attitude towards women typically accompanies a
familiar blame-the-victim theme
.whatever

so,the media has a point there (and so thus the disturbed public).women are different now than years back.they hold a more important role in the society.not only they are vital in a family unit but also contributes much to the national economy.so let's give 'em a little freedom.so what if they were those tight jeans and expose some little flesh (we man can indulge, what?).so what if they want to dress sexy and feel being wanted.they are in a position where they can demand or just execute without approval from anyone.and i agree.

but seeing the next generation after me,i get personally disturbed.15 year olds dressing like britney spears and sharing a pack of 10 malboro lights.it makes you wonder,how long will it take until this country turns into a demoralized but developed, a wealthy but incosiderate, full of praise but lack of pride nation.we can't tell women what to wear or how to present themselves to the public.i have much respect for women.a lot.but respect must be earned.go flash that humps,you will get respect,but in what sense?

i'm just blabbering here.what i'm trying to say is:why do women want so much to dress as present that it attracts the attention of men in a naughty way?would it hurt to dress vice-versa?MTV,blame them, and Virginia Woolf is a lesbian.

bye bye tetra network

next month will be a whole new month in a whole new year. lot's of hope and unfullfilled ambitions, and lots of promises. i will start my new job. what a way to enter a new year. hell yeah!!

somewhere in a lockup, i wrote "i was here"

i month ago\approx 1400hrs

I was driving back from cheras. i was tired, it was raining, the road was wet, i was lost, it was a f**king freaking saturday. I was supposed to be having fun, shouldn't i? anyway, i spent an hour and a half turning in circles and finally, a fimiliar lane. it was a relieve and good things are finally starting to happen to me, at least that's what i thought. 8 km from batu caves on MRR2, there was an accident. the traffic was slow. like a tired person, i drive so too. tired, slow and of course to hell with other cars, i want to go home and i want to go home now! but shit happens, in front of me was a lorry, we stopped and were on that state for like 5 seconds, and then *CRASH! I could see the butt of the lorry zooming in without my approval, how the hell can it get bigger and bigger and CRACK my front window crushed. Someone kissed my ass.

A lousy makcik-a bitch i would define her-driving a savvy hit me and an iswara hit her. or is it the other way back, the iswara first and then savvy hit me. which ever it was, i was innocent.but to tell that the traffic investigator who the first thing he said when i stepped in his room "sapa ajar ko buat crita ni?",i swear i saw a head shaped STUPID there. I stand on my point, we argued and i got tired, so i said "whatever lah, give me ticket if you want to". i'm f**king exhausted.

last 2 weeks\0900hrs approx

i didn't have the time to pay the compound at dbkl. plus, it was rm400. and the due date was a day before hari raya. you figure. so i thought, i'll just go to court and ask for a discount from the judge, if i won't get any, i'll just pay and it won't be a problem-early of the month.

so i met the judge, got heard, asked for reduction,denied,and escorted by cops to the payment counter-

me: encik, i have to go to the bank first, i only brought rm100
encik police: nanti lepas ni
me: ok

at the counter:
encik polis: 400?
me: i told you i have to go to the bank first
encik polis: ok, follow me
me: ok

walk, walk, walk, enter door, two lockups, entered the one on the left.

me: i can't go to the bank
encik police: huh? (without looking at me), jamin.

damn. an hour later, mom showed up, got lectured, skipped work, go home.

selamat tinggal dunia

goodbye world.the heir of temporary pleasure and false promises.i want isolation.away from the hassle of ambitions and implementing it.it's time for revolution.bring out the rebel hidden in ourself.we may not be able to change the world today.but we can be the catalist for the change.and then i'm sure people will follow suit.i'm sick of everything.i've been staring at this monitor since morning.and the others won't go home yet.let me start this rebellious decision.let me the first to pack my things.yeah,i'm going home...

the untold taste of adulthood

i feel lifeless.empty and disturbed.i think i'm lost even though i pursuade myself to think that i'm doing the right thing.i feel like shit.literally.a product of an owner's consumed life-support elements which they ate without any concern of the outcome.thus,that's how i came to life of adulthood.unprepared, stinkingly devastated and pressured by responsibility.(thinking of the song "i dont wanna grow up" by the best band ever:Ramones).living a life that was neatly formed and organized and created by capitalists for the middle-class creature like me.

is this it?is this what i've been told to chase?a routine that slowly confines my freedom and creativity,my will to discover an explore the abstract beauty of life,the hope of proving the world that i have more to offer,and the worst part is it builds a bigger self each day.

would i go back in time and change my fate.hell no,because it'll still be the same.we are puppets of greed and ambitions.we are an animated figure with spontanious script.we grow differently but for the same purpose.get a job.get paid.get married.have a family.and die.

7 days

friday is always a good day and the first day in my calendar. The day we all look forward to and the day we get the extra enthusiasm to socialize or do anything else but not watch tv and worry about tommorrow. Saturday is a better day. wake up late, breakfast is lunch, go out or lay down on the floor watching tv until you get a head rush when you try to get up quickly. Sunday is a bad day. You still have fun but you have to worry about tommorrow. Checking your shirts and pants and boxers and socks to make sure they're ready for tommorrow. Monday is the worst. Laziness strikes and always the right day to think of switching jobs. Damn boring and hope diminishing. Tuesdays and onwards shares the same excitement/boredom pattern.





level of excitement represents the Y axis and days on the X axis it projects a curved line starting at friday and increases to saturday and then serious slump to sunday and a more serious slump to monday and consistently rises up to thursday and a great excitement increase to friday.

life is shit right now

imitate, stupid, imitate

"KL Lights is 8TV’s inaugural effort in a local production. Viewers can expect lots of excitement, sensationalism, romance and humour in the 13-parter drama. "

-star-ecentral.com-

"KL Lights is 8tv's inaugural effort in a local production. Viewers can expect a normal approach of local shows in attracting attention-globalised malaysian. As if we are living in an 'open-minded' society. Partying in a jaccuzi? (a phone dialog between the characters)..come on, do we really admire the western style of living? All you can expect from this show is....average and a waste.."

-me-

KL lights 1030 8tv dissapoint yourself

a local music act

ARTPORT-a local art enthusiast organizing an art gathering from bands to street artists and poets to express and share what they think or got. An effort to rectify musicians' image so that not all black-tshirt-wearer and hard music fans are classified as 'black metal' follower.

Location : Galeri Seni, Shah Alam
Time : 3 pm (i think)

I arrived there at about 4 pm already. Heard it from a friend who passed a lack of details detail of the location. We were glad to find the place, and amazed too actually. It was an open air performance. Everyone was sitting circling the performance spot, waiting and yawning waiting for the band (i don't remember the band's name...and i don't bother to) to set up their instruments and sound (which took a hell lot of time and still the sound sucks)..the band was from ipoh.the guitarists wore a gas mask, one of the vocal was wearing an ultraman mask which covers his left side of the face..no, i don't know of the motives..cool maybe?so, they were of hardcore/metalcore genre. The music was hard and screaming, the vocals were energetic though to me, the lyrics was only shrieking vocals of screaming. But the loudness really relaxes me, for the first 2 song at least. Too much of the scenario bores me..

And then there's a poem reading..the theme: 'mekarnya satu kematian'.Magical.

"...perihal tangan yang memberi lebih baik dari yang menerima...

dunia ini terlalu tamak untuk memberi

dan terlalu bongkak untuk menerima..."

I quote the first recital..

Then there's a solo guitar performance. It was awesome. It actually saves the day, if not, I'd be going home dissapointed. He played 2 Eric Johnson's song and an own-song, "my land"..Magical,startled,fantastic..a world class performance.the guy's from penang..

and then there's more bands, playing metal-core, indo-influenced rock, punk-rock (this band was actually cool and different, but too much of MxPx and NOFX), and then I took a tour around the place.

The event was to be finished until late night (the organizer announced)..but, too much of the same thing bores me, sorry. Overall - my friend was inspired, and I was dissapointed. Support the local music act? give something real to support, otherwise, keep working on it and then shout again.. However, the effort is admirable.

ARTPORT..every saturday..sneak a peek..maybe it's worth it..

how is it gonna be?

Some teen-ended-numbers years ago, I still remember wanting to be a doctor. Why? Saving lives wasn't the motivation, nor the big pay doctors get. Kids want things they think is fun. At the end, I turned out to be struggling in the IT industry, that is after wanting to be a programmer and then Prime Minister.....and maybe a rockstar.. How old was I when I could figure out what I want to be for maybe 30% of my lifetime? Frankly, I'm even not sure now. Choices are always there, but what good is a choice if none of them are able to be dedicatable. Choices are hard, even harder when we have too much of them. Sometimes, I prefer someone choosing how my life would go. Because if I were to make the options, I would make only one-I don't want to grow up. Feed me, love me, and leave me with money...Then I'm sure to be fine...

I'm lost in my own life.