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2012-01-05T13:39:00.000+08:00

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Remember, remember, 11th November

2011-11-12T02:16:00.001+08:00

Someone somewhere, I forgot who, said '11/11/2011 should be filled with something great! something that should be remembered for the rest of my life'. I however, felt that the day is as any other day. A day without any need to be acknowledged with any special occasion.

But yesterday, a friend died. A friend i knew from my old workplace.

She was a mother of two boys. No, she was a mother of two boys and a baby girl. She died in labour for the baby girl which was excitedly anticipated by herself and the whole family.

Both mother and daughter was buried in the same grave. My first thought when I saw the daughter being snuggled at her mother's side was 'That's cute'. Of course I reprimand myself for thinking that. But after awhile, I realized that, the mother died of labour, a martyr's death, shahid. And she is buried with her daugther. And the daughter is buried with her mother. They keep each other company. There should be nothing sad about that.

The ones who are sad are the ones that were left behind. Us, with our uncertain future and fate. They've already gone. Died in honor and glory of shahid.

Symbology

2011-11-03T16:16:00.002+08:00

⚕ this is the rod of asclepius
☤ this however, it the caduceus

In modern times caduceus is mistakenly associated with medicine when it's supposed to be the asclepius.

Cara Cari Duit Mudah dengan Bersusah Payah

2011-10-31T21:23:00.003+08:00

When I grow up, I intend to be a published author. My book's title will be 'Cara Cari Duit Mudah dengan Bersusah Payah'. It will come with an endorsement from all the folks that have made it Big. The endorsements will say sometime like this; 'I wish I had read this book when I was younger. It would have confirmed to me that I'm on the right track'.

We will have to make do with what we already have

2011-10-29T15:24:00.002+08:00

Looking at you looking at me...

2011-10-07T10:46:00.002+08:00

Kuala Lumpur before Drizzle. Viewed from KL Tower

KL Tower from KLCC

voyeurs truly needs shower

2011-09-08T22:17:00.002+08:00

So whats new? Nothing much. Same ol' same ol'. And that is bad. Lets move forward. Create/Discover new things.

I am in a rut. I need to move on. But to move on, I need to change. I need a shower. A cold shower that will perk up my senses and leave me feeling fresh and energized.

Nostalgia

2011-08-02T08:24:00.002+08:00

So i was napping in my car (napping in the car? whut? whasupwitat?), when i dreamt having a conversation with my beseri school mate. ~~Then suddenly out of nowhere, a goblin leapt out and swing its spiked club~~ She took her leave and I find myself circling the area on my BMX, looking for her (bmx? ahh, i used to have one). In the dream, there was also a corner lot terraced house, painted white, whose previous occupant had moved away. Then suddenly, a red petalled flower blooms and its scent lifts my spirits with its sweet tangy aroma. I'm reminded of rainy days with swallows flying low between century old shop houses. Riding in the back seat ~~while on the way to pudu raya~~ at night and looking up on Sultan Abdul Samad parapets, which was lined with wire cables and stained with years of rain and fumes. A tall mosque brilliantly lit with orange light, framed by the starry night sky and coconut fringes I woke up feeling left behind.

τoday is τ day

2011-06-28T12:56:00.001+08:00

heart

2011-06-28T09:05:00.000+08:00

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Reinvent

2011-05-26T21:15:00.000+08:00

Sex, Blood and The Lies I tell Myself is dead. Welcome to phartsy, that was once Sex, Blood and The Lies I tell Myself.

The Happiest, Saddest Moment in My Life

2011-05-21T02:08:00.001+08:00

I was riding on the passenger side of my Nissan Sunny. My buddy and room mate was taking his turn driving the car at that time. We were cruising down the PLUS highway towards Kuala Lumpur and was just in from the Gopeng Toll gate. My buddy was feeling sorrowful as he lament about how it will devastate his mother when he breaks the news.

Earlier that day, both of us received letters from the university admin stating that we were being expelled due to low grade points.

I did not feel sorry or remorseful. I knew it was coming. I did not put up an effort to save myself and thus my fate was anticipated. So i looked at my friend with pity. Pity that he really did work hard to stay with the course. But I do felt a certain dread at breaking the news to my mom and dad.

So I was listening silently to my friend's regrets while planning my course of action, thinking about my parents and my future when it struck me that my future is a blank. I have nothing before me, nothing to look forward to. That thought strangely fills me with giddy anticipation. I was elated! Not having anything to look forward to makes me feel truly free!

It feels as if my life is a blank slate, an empty piece of paper filled with nothing but possibilities as infinite as grains of sand in the Sahara. Well not as eloquent. But my teeth were chattering with excitement.

Whenever anybody asked me about the happiest moment in my life, i kept recalling that particular moment. A moment where everything was possible. A moment where my life could turn any way at all.

With that feeling of positivity, I tried to assure my friend that everything will be okay and that our lives might still turn out to be quite exciting. But he seems reluctant to accept it and continued to feel down for the rest of the trip home.

Later that year, I was able to appeal to the university to allow me to continue with my degree, although with a change of course from engineering to technology. Fast forward a few more years later, I managed to complete my degree and had my convocation in the year 2004 with the ceremony being chaired for the first time by Tun Dr Mahathir himself.

As for my friend, he went to flight school, got his pilot wings, worked with MAS, traveled all over the world and married a hot stewardess.

The End.

Change is Good

2011-05-19T09:01:00.000+08:00

Dear Readers,

How are you guys doing? I hope this post finds you in your best of health. I'm not sure if you have noticed that the site have undergone quite a change. Well, just a name change and some layout shuffling.

Why? Because change is Good.

Regards,
Writer

A Dream

2011-03-12T09:25:00.002+08:00

I was riding a car down a long road, it was a road trip. In the far distance, i could see a canyon with its base covered with shrub and low trees.

Suddenly, the world went black, pitch black. I felt that i was alone. Slowly i could see a figure materialize in before me, standing about an arms' length away from me. The figure was bathed with an eerie purple light, although i didn't feel that it was eerie when i first saw him. The figure was me, at least i thought it was me. He raised is hands before him in the form of prayers.

Then a voice sounded, it was a question, but it sounded like a statement, it is not in a whisper and neither was it in a scream, it was steady and confident, without any emotion as if the the person saying it does not care to listen for any retort nor any answer.

It says 'Ma Rabbbuka'. And with that my heart sank. I was filled with regret. A regret of my past actions and a regret that it have all ended and i will exist in eternity with it.

And then, i woke up.

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2010-04-02T17:15:00.001+08:00

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a gentleman

2009-09-09T23:21:00.002+08:00

I had a conversation the other day with a colleague of mine. He is an expat who married a local girl. He told me about his father in law, who kept calling his wife to ask for money. It sound rather normal to me to hear that happen. In fact i think a child should contribute some cash to their parents. But at least i think that for the father to call up his daughter and ask for money is a bit sad. Sad that the father need to ask and also because the father did ask.

Anyways, my collegue comments that they the european, don't do that. They just don't expect their childern to contribute anything except to come home every now and then so that they could play with the grand kids for a few hours (spending more than a couple of hours with the grand kids is a stress).

I said that it is a norm here in Malaysia for kids to give money to parents, but most of the time, mom and dad never do ask for it. Then he elaborated that this culture of passing the money to the older generation is not that good, since it'll cause the younger generation to be unable to build wealth. I agree in his thinking. This culture must stop and it must stop now, with our culture.

We must stop giving money to our parents! :D no not really. We must ensure that we are prepared our finances to allow us to go through retirement without help from the kids. Then the kids can focus on building their family and ensuring that they themselves are prepared to retire. And i think when we die and the kids die... our wealth will be passed on to the future and in the far future, our great great great grand kids could enjoy life without worries and drive vintage Jaguar 1956 XK140 Roadster to the tune of placebo's every you and every me while shagging elitist bitches high on designer cocain. Well.. not that.. but rich.

If we keep up with the culture of expecting money from our kids. Then we, our bloodline will remain poor. A slave to the wage. Always and forever.

...

So ok.. that was supposed to be the last line. But i'm not finished with the expat story. Apparently he married a rather... er.. youngish chick. That he thinks would be able to care for him later in life. But turns out that she's quite a gold digger. kinda. Well, maybe not really that, just that he made it sounds as if he thinks it that way. Or maybe i misunderstood his nuances. Not that she serves him tea with honey and belladonna and goes out shopping for latest gucci bags. Nope, but just that she does nothing after they got married. Nothing, as in just sit around the house, gets her hair done, go yoga, get together with friends and bitch about the other friends.. you know... the privilege of snagging an ang moh for a husband

Jadd, 1 year 7 month or so

2009-06-20T22:24:00.000+08:00

Onwards

2009-04-23T23:14:00.003+08:00

2009-03-19T14:27:00.002+08:00

Notte Sento (English subtitles) from napdan on Vimeo.

What my teacher told me.

2009-02-18T14:49:00.002+08:00

I remember what my tingkatan 1 history teacher told me; between politic and economy, politic is more powerful.

Later on, we were told that she lost her brother sometime during 13th May. She was the one who found his decapitated head in their backyard.

We've never own the economy. We're losing our politics.

its been quite a while

2009-01-01T23:30:00.000+08:00

but still there are nothing worthwhile to share

Jadd Husain, a year and a month

2008-11-01T11:26:00.000+08:00

This is Jadd, He's looking at you since he's curios. He's curious about everthing. He used to put everything into his mouth out of curiosity, not anymore. He can walk now. Thus he's got more avenues to explore with his newfound capability. New found? well maybe not as new, he started walking almost a month ago, maybe a little bit earlier. Now, he likes to take walks in the park. And he likes looking at people. If he could speak now, he'd say hi to everybody that walked pass him in the park. Since he can't, he resorts to his toddler languages. But i'm sure people know he's saying 'Hi! How are you?' or maybe 'Hey fella! Whatcha doin up there in that weird looking tube thinggy in primary colors?' Yeah, i took him to the park the other day and he met with a couple of kids from the housing. About his age, maybe a year or two older. So he barked some questions to them when they're up in the tubes slides. So i'm guessing that's what he's trying to ask.

The many faces of Jadd

2008-09-14T05:15:00.000+08:00

Mama and Jadd

2008-08-21T05:37:00.000+08:00

first swim

Jadd, 10 month

2008-08-21T05:32:00.000+08:00