banksy - the provocative yet mysterious street artist

Political, social, subversive, original. These are some of elements I find in his arts. The ability to portray the baffling social minds into a stencil art form covering the walls around cities and taking it further to overseas (he stenciled the West Barrier in Palestine). I have great admiration for this man. The fact that he keeps himself mysterious by concealing his identity, it surely should reflect his unenthusiastic about fame. Not to mention that his works has been sold for at one time half a million for a piece.

So, why is he doing it? I don't think many graffiti artist started taking their passions on public for money, because it is illegal at the first place, an irresponsible act of vandalism. Not if it's pretty it's not. Back to the main question, why?

Political purpose? probably, but spraying on walls won't bring a government down. Although, his effort is admirable indeed.

Sick of the social distortion?could be. He's got talent, and he surely put it in use, though against the law, but it sure did affect a whole lot of civilians (and surely politicians too).

What talent do i have? What great good did I do to anyone with it? Someday I will...I hope

read more about this guy at weburbanist googleimage artofthestate youtube

Selamat Hari Raya Haji

Its good to celebrate this biggest event in my village. Hari Raya Haji is a happening event in Kelantan compare with otthers state (is it true?). Everybody done their part for contribute their responsibility in this relegion.
As we all knows (for the Muslim), Hari Raya Haji is the event of sacrifice the animal ( in Malaysia we use cow). The meat was given to the poorers (sometime, I think almost, the meat was given to their family huhu).

do i stick? or do i quit?

Right now, i'm in a dip. Considering quitting, but still hanging in there. It used to be fun, my work. Although there are times that I thought of quitting then, but that's just pressure. Every morning was a rush. If I wake earlier than usual, I'd be laying out plans of what needs to be done once i reach the office. If I woke up late, I'd be worried and sometimes forgot to brush my teeth. I used to take lesser nicotine break back then, because concentration on my work distracted y nicotine needs.

Now, work is like a routine. Spend more time in front of the pc and do more clicking and typing than thinking. My work somehow limits my creativity. That is something I wish to avoid, and free-hand and the possibility to construct my work as how I like or as how I think is best done is the reason why I took the job in the first place, and with a lesser wage. Now I'm beginning to regret this, and this, I hate.

If my alarm clock wakes me up earlier some mornings, I'd reset the time and sleep again, 'no rush' I lullabied. If I was late to work, 'what the hell, I'm late anyways, why bother'. The best description to be reckon with my poor intimacy with my job is, boredom.

I want a job that wakes me up every morning. I want a drive, a motivation, an excitement, an adrenaline rush, a companion, a reason, a mean of personal contribution and freedom in a 9-5 prison. 

They said I'm choosy. I said, what's wrong with that?

what's your idea of a job?

The Waiting

In the journey of life, we are still waiting and hoping for something new. Yeah, Im waiting for an idea to make music that's different from others and the kind of music that people would like to listen to. By waiting, and hoping that it would just come out from my mind. To seek that, I need a special vocalist..hehe

I'm really out of focus. Just waiting for the mood to make good music. Listening to the radio doesn't help me at all. May be sleep is a good idea..and dreams of hope..

huh finally

In the era of globalisation,we need to write a blog to share opinions so that poeple won't call us 'Ayah ** Orang Baik'. Here i come hoping fikri will besatisfied. Revolution of Punk Rowk will not end up in with the garbage and please stop eating it.

If we can watch every day life of our journey played on tv, is it the day we face is boring or something same of actions. Music make me feel different from others, but don't forget to pray ;)...

I end up my first blog with song call 'my girlfriend is dead' from 'The Vandal'..

finally..i'm complete

anyone went to the pc fair last weekend? it was war in there. i'm almost convinced that i'd go out of the halls with 6 packs. it was physically challenging. Bought myself a link-sys wireless router which to this day i'm not able to enter the admin page to setup security settings (anyone 10m from my house can use our wireless connection), and booked a macbook..yup..macbook baby!

finally last monday, go picked it up, add some pheripherals, and costed my dad's credit card quite thousands. but, it's all worth it.right now, i'm configuring the macbook for development environment and it' not that easy. development in windows itself is not in my expertise, now macOSx, you figure.but i'm trying, an once i'm done, i'll post the details so that other users who wish to switch to mac or development would find less difficulties..

ladies and gentlemen, now that i own a macbook, i declare myself complete. thank you. 

yet to be titled

the band, the song, none with a name.....yet

like a haze in the city
like wings on a dream
like a lady in a dress
like me, and everyone else

we see what is meant to be,
as birds are meant to fly,
like us, to one day die
but we still live to survive,

i see the lights,
but it's too bright,
i see the path,
but it's too far,

everything seems to be hard

leave me here in the dark,
i'll walk back to the start,
because we all are living in lies,

we're so pretentious,
and we deny,
we are....

like a pain,
that stays forever,
a hurting pleasure
we keep within
a colorless scene...

have we given,
everything x3

o plain plan

sometime, i think it's good to look back and pat yourself on the back to complement yourself on the achievements you've made so far. but if you're not growing intellectually or personally into a better self, it's still ok to pat yourself on the back, but do add a silent dialog of 'what am doing with my life'..and sigh afterwards.

quoting a phrase of my big boss and mentor:

"working here, i want it like being in primary school.you go home with something new everyday.if you think you're coming to work, sit on your desk, and do something that doesn't help you develop yourself and do something that you can't add to your resume, you might as well rest at home'

So, on this fine, grey-and-about-to-rain day, adding the name friday to it, i'm almost convinced that my boss would understand if i decided to spend some time for my inner-self development.

The question, what am i doing with my life? some people i met had plans. a very detailed one. with backups too. how about me? of course i have plans. planning to save money for marriage (and doing so already), planning to spend money on electronic desires (did that but damn, the lists keeps growing), planning to take my masters on a subject i yet have figure out, planning with ben(my romantic but hopeless friend) to start up a social network website, and..i think that's about it, of course there's more but these are on top of the list.

i would like to think that whoever reading this (if there's any) would probably be thinking that
'this guy (me) must be some guy with a plan.he's the kind of guy who always knows what to do and why he's doing it, just like someone....with a plan'
to be honest (because i'm terrible in obscuring my state of emotions or opinions), i was having a hard time figuring out what i want when writing it down on this small box. i thought i have plans, it turns out, it's not srted out by priorities.

am i writing gibberish? maybe i am..but my point is, you can never be sure of anything unless you put it on paper (or screen on this case). your mind thinks of visions, and by putting your thoughts on tangible and readable piece, you'll realize there's more to be done and all sorts of question keeps coming. and all of them needs another plan to be answered.

paper prototyping, it's an inspiration.

a morning.a bus ride.a book

finally.i rode the bus to work.a metrobus kind.how was it?overwhelmed...

woke up at 7 and 'shit,i have a bus to catch' + 'damn,i'm gonna be late again for work'. quick shower.quick dress up.quick exit from home.quick walk to bus stop.quick sip of nicotine.

5 minutes, i already could see the vague image of the bus from afar.damn, that was not long. so, got in, took a seat in the front row, paid RM2.00 and took a book.i was actually thinking of playing with my psp throughout the journey, but then, i dont want people looking at me and saying in their mind 'i wonder where he's dropping off, that thing can buy me life for at least a week'..so i decided to look innocent and act educated by reading a book my boss wants me to finish...for the last two weeks..

i read, and peeked on the route the bus was taking us-to inform myself how long until i get to the office and an act of self-comfort by conforming to easy traffic.i was comfortable to the last kilometer.

the driver was cool.drives slow, breakes slowly though very near to the car ahead i thought he was gonna hit it.at first it thought i'm really gonna be late this time if he keeps driving like this-slow and stopping. but then, reminding myself by the recent accident of a truck and cars and 9 deaths.i think late is ok.

got on the bus at 720.reached destination 750.spent rm2.00 = 80 per month (if i practice public transporting).

with a car: begin 7am. reach destination 8am. parking rm 5 = 100 per month + gas RM500 per month.

tommorrow, i'm trying rapidkl.they say it's gooood.

Hello to all our friends and partners,

Cloudbreak has received this message from one of our UK based partner organisations.

Can you please help in this quest, you may or may not have heard about Madelaine McCann who was taken from the holiday apartment where her family were staying in Portugal nearly 3 weeks ago. It is believed that Maddie is still alive and has been taken by someone either to sell or look after, but it is almost certain hat she is not in Portugal anymore and has been taken elsewhere.

Can you please download and put up a picture of her and if you hear or see anything then contact the police immediately, everyone is trying their best to find this little girl and return her to her family where she belongs. It is difficult to imagine the heartache that the parents are going through at this time, your help is vital!

Be aware that the people that have her may have changed her hair colour by now, but she does have a distinctive 'tear drop' mark in her right eye.

Many thanks to all of you!

As you are aware my niece is still missing and I am asking everyone I know to send this as a chain letter i.e. you send it to everyone you know and ask them to do the same, as the story is only being covered in Britain, Eire and Portugal. We don't believe that she is in Portugal anymore and need to get her picture and the story across Europe as quickly as possible. Suggestions are welcome.

Phil McCann

inspiration.it's a big word.

people say i'm good in designs.well, that's what people say. i say, i'm not that bad.hehe. However, a good artist (i'm not trying to say that i am, but if you already have that perception, i don't mind) will always try to break their imagination set-backs. how do we (does this sounds like i'm including myself into the club? i hope you don't mind) push our creativity further? where do we get these ideas? i don't about others, i like to light surf the net. good designs are nice to look at. great designs are memorable. so, i guess i'm inspired by great designs on the web.

my creativity fix? here's some of the lists i have in del.icio.us :

1. web-developer's handbook 2.0
2. devianart
3. 3point7design
4. fuzzyfuture
5. smashing magazine
6. misprinted type
7. substraction 7.0
8. design directory
9. life clever
10.

ok, i'm getting kind of tired cutting and pasting these links. i'll complete the list next time (i'm writing as if someone is actually reading this post..so what?).

it's monday....again

it's monday.enough said.

somehow lately, i feel my weeks are shorter than usual.i can't get many things done over the weekends.no wonder old people kept saying 'it seems like yesterday'.wake up at 630, go to work, excercise that brain, go home, watch tv even for a minute, go to sleep. this goes for 5 days in the week. saturday, go out.sunday,stay at home or go out.mostly go out.and 10 years later, looking back at time, there won't be much to look at. because 62% of your life is dedicated to your job....or boss.

how fun is life, huh? i got to fix this lame routine.and i need to fix it fast.

i want to write

I bumped into a marketer's website today hellomynameisscott thanks to bloglines (my news fix) that somehow motivates me. I always wanted to be able to express what i have in mind (though not much, i got some). In his web, he said that writers are readers. Which means i got to read to learn how to be a writer. Reading is something i picked up after realising that i'm actually ignorant. when having a conversation with my peers, i don't have much to talk about. except music (where all facts are my opinions), we like to comment on people's physiques or moral issues (that's kind of our self-motivation). We actually don't have anything to talk about other than....rubbish. So i started reading books. google story,blink,rich dad poor dad,tuesdays with morris,some books from the office and ... there's some others. but these few months, i can't get myself some quality to read properly. these days i'd read in the car when stuck in traffic and if i reach the office early and the door's still locked..that's it. so, got to find more time now.

this guy also said to be a better writer (maybe not great but better than you are now), write every.single.day. so that's what i'm doing. this piece may not be interesting, i don't care,i'm practising.write like you talk..that's what i'm doing right now.

my teenage hero (NOFX) was in town

Only if i could have watched them live years ago, i'd definitely would have put the experience in my PMR english essay, the day i would never forget.

After years of listening to this punk band, who would have thought they would actually come to rock the malaysians.yup, no one. it's a dream come true, man.

All the crowds went wild and primitive, and i understand their excitement. sing alongs throughout the show, i never knew there were that many fans of NOFX.

To those who's been listening to this band but somehow not internet savvy enough to be informed of their presence here, i could cry thinking of what you have missed. just hope they'll come again.

To NOFX, you guys suck but we love you very dearly.

me is smiling with the enthusistic 'rock on' hand sign

what's the problem?

almost a year after leaving 'student' status behind and stepped into the world of adults, i've switched my job once for a lesser pay and better motivation. I have a band who can actually play and planning to record a demo soon (even though we only have 1 completed song out of 7 materials). I'm still with my precious baby and entering a 3 years relationship (and i cherish this very much). I'm in an attempt in setting up my own company for the second time after the first one went into the loo due to excess excitement and lack of inspiration. this time with a different friend. I have a psp, my first and the only gaming console i ever had was atari, you figure how long ago that was. I still can't do programming. Still an intermediate in Flash. My designing judgment impresses more people everyday (either i'm good, or the audiences are falling short of talent). I want to a buy a projector for my 'bedroom' cinema. I need a laptop, viao or macbook prefereably. bought a desktop, a good one with handsome price actually, and gave it to my mom. Got a lefthand-drive car. Celebrated my birthday twice, the latest with models helping me blow the candles,ehem.. I now can actually kick a ball to an ordered direction. Don't play basketball anymore. Haven't played computer games for ages. I've been thrown into lock-up with 5 other hand-cuffed criminals, I was the nicest one. Have been in an accident once with my brother's car.

so, what is the problem? greed, dissaftisfaction, hard to pleasure, too high of an ambition, too lazy, too laid back, too naive, too hopeful and too old to start. and the real problem? i haven't started anything just yet..

penang was good

a conversation took place on the 25th of december just last year between me and my buddy, bd;

bd: ure on holiday until when?
me: start 26th, i start my new work on the 4th jan, why?
*we plus two other buddies planned on a christmas vacation at langkawi. but got to cancel it due to major financial crisis.
bd: i'm also taking leave until 1st jan. still got leave left.
me: so?
bd: holiday jom?
me: u serious macha?
bd: penang beb!
me: ok (i'm so easy to persuade)

so, on the 26th, next day, bought bus tickets with lyn on the afternoon, borrowed two hiking bags from fikri the night before, reached pudu bus station at 10pm, 11pm on the bus already. at this point, it gets me thinking, either we're two adventurous dudes who likes to this kind of things, or we're two dumb people in between teenage and adult-hood who thinks they're adventurous. are they? or are we just bored. i don't care, really..hence, penang tasted my foot. good for her.

*details of the trip will be told when time is not personally constraint.