Starter for 10 - book review
Seriously I could not remember why i bought this book. but i personally think its worth the monet.
brian jackson was 19 and he got to college. he imagined about having a don quixonte moustache, starts smoking, among others. but things are a lot harder than what he thinks it would be like.
jackson struggles with adjusting, trying not to be a prick to his friends, to be more in touch with his mother, to set things straight with a few female friends, trying to study, party hard, make it to the University Challenge and a few others.
as usual, the book is full of dark humour and getting drunk that i can nearly feel the hangover that was never there. it was entertaining to see jackson stammer when he apologised to rebecca and then confessed he wasn't sure what he was apologising for. it was like reading into a guy's mind, literally.
things went out of hand during a university challenge qualifying round. somehow brian tried too hard and ruined everything. he did patch up things with his mum and soon-to-be-dad uncle des. but things got awry and in the end brian chose to start things over; his studies, his love relationship, his relationship with his mum.
if you like dark humour, then this is something that maybe something you should look for. but of course, i like stephen clark's merde happens more.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Writers, don’t put that pen down (or keep the keyboard away)
I have this dream of wearing a round-rimmed spectacles, wearing a black top, black shirt, grey veil and sit nearby a river, writing a poetry. I think becoming a writer is classy and mysterious. Sadly, I have a round face so round-rimmed spectacles are a big No-No. I’m chubby enough already, thanks. And one day, I told a very good friend that I would love to get a Masters in English.
She asked,’ Why? What are you going to do with it?’
Why not? What is wrong with studying something that I like, let alone the very medium of communication? And then it dawned in me that she was concerned on what I am going to do after that.
I do not know if other people face this kind of questions; especially those who has the chance of studying any kind of languages (ouh dear me I envy you). Have you ever been asked this question? I mean, someone asked me this question although I have not even registered or even applied for that kind of subject.
I know people are going to be concerned if say next year, I try to apply for another course like that. People will be asking ‘ Why that? Why not a continuation of your degree?’
Can we have verbal communication in formulas or codes? I mean, if you are in an organization, that may work like my job for example. But what about living among people, for example in KL (citing the numbers on buses do not count anyways). Of course we string words together to make sense. In that, I see that we need language to communicate. With this, I see that language is indeed important. Can we really understand E= mc2 if its not for language then?
If you are worried; those who are currently studying or plans to study anything about art, here’s some consolation taken from ‘Starter for 10’ by David Nicholls, page 114-115
‘The written appreciation and understanding of literature, or any kind of artistic endevour, is absolutely central to a decent society. Why d’you think books are the first things that the fascists burn?’ – Rebecca.
A Samad Said, Tongkat Warrant, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Lord William Goldings, Dame Agatha Christie. These are just some of the celebrated names in literature. Their works are timeless and although most of them are not with us anymore, their works on architecture are really here. They dabbled with language, experimenting with sentences to draw a picture, make us imagine the world that may or may not be fictional and personally, I think that is not easy to achieve.
Take Diary of a Young Girl: Anne Frank. Anne Frank was one of the most celebrated figures that emerged after World War II and she was really young, less than 16 years old. Why? Because she kept a diary during the Holocaust on what was happening to her and the family. If she did not appreciate literature, no one will know about what happened then, even the gist of it. She did not make it in the end; she died two weeks before the liberation in the concentration came but her words in her diary lived. Why again? Because she appreciated literature.
Some will take the stance that ‘a picture tells a thousand words’. I had the chance to look at a Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) in a carmaking company. There were tons of pictures and yet, if the SOP is given to a newcomer to the factory, it will take God-knows-how-long to explain the steps. Of course a picture tells a lot but adding sentences to them may it more easier to understand for novices, no?
Medical diagrams, charts, mathematical derivatives; all of these may not make sense to a layman if it isn’t for literature. Not that flowery kind of literature but you know, the normal sentences that people can actually understand. So, the next time people ask you why you might want to write, maybe you can come up with some point.
As literature or any other art representation is very important to a society, this means that each those involved in the sector has huge responsibility. Think before you do anything. We understand that you would want to tell the truth but stop and think for a while that ‘the end does not justify the means’ (niat tidak menghalalkan cara). Isn’t it nicer to have a story or a blog entry with clean representation of things? Although sometimes saying it in a blunt and maybe, quite controversial way may drive the point harder, think about the responsibility. I mean, this applies to me too.
So, I’m going to continue reading this book (seriously it’s so funny) and wish you a happy weekend. Do share any experiences if you have a good comeback on this.
She asked,’ Why? What are you going to do with it?’
Why not? What is wrong with studying something that I like, let alone the very medium of communication? And then it dawned in me that she was concerned on what I am going to do after that.
I do not know if other people face this kind of questions; especially those who has the chance of studying any kind of languages (ouh dear me I envy you). Have you ever been asked this question? I mean, someone asked me this question although I have not even registered or even applied for that kind of subject.
I know people are going to be concerned if say next year, I try to apply for another course like that. People will be asking ‘ Why that? Why not a continuation of your degree?’
Can we have verbal communication in formulas or codes? I mean, if you are in an organization, that may work like my job for example. But what about living among people, for example in KL (citing the numbers on buses do not count anyways). Of course we string words together to make sense. In that, I see that we need language to communicate. With this, I see that language is indeed important. Can we really understand E= mc2 if its not for language then?
If you are worried; those who are currently studying or plans to study anything about art, here’s some consolation taken from ‘Starter for 10’ by David Nicholls, page 114-115
‘The written appreciation and understanding of literature, or any kind of artistic endevour, is absolutely central to a decent society. Why d’you think books are the first things that the fascists burn?’ – Rebecca.
A Samad Said, Tongkat Warrant, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Lord William Goldings, Dame Agatha Christie. These are just some of the celebrated names in literature. Their works are timeless and although most of them are not with us anymore, their works on architecture are really here. They dabbled with language, experimenting with sentences to draw a picture, make us imagine the world that may or may not be fictional and personally, I think that is not easy to achieve.
Take Diary of a Young Girl: Anne Frank. Anne Frank was one of the most celebrated figures that emerged after World War II and she was really young, less than 16 years old. Why? Because she kept a diary during the Holocaust on what was happening to her and the family. If she did not appreciate literature, no one will know about what happened then, even the gist of it. She did not make it in the end; she died two weeks before the liberation in the concentration came but her words in her diary lived. Why again? Because she appreciated literature.
Some will take the stance that ‘a picture tells a thousand words’. I had the chance to look at a Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) in a carmaking company. There were tons of pictures and yet, if the SOP is given to a newcomer to the factory, it will take God-knows-how-long to explain the steps. Of course a picture tells a lot but adding sentences to them may it more easier to understand for novices, no?
Medical diagrams, charts, mathematical derivatives; all of these may not make sense to a layman if it isn’t for literature. Not that flowery kind of literature but you know, the normal sentences that people can actually understand. So, the next time people ask you why you might want to write, maybe you can come up with some point.
As literature or any other art representation is very important to a society, this means that each those involved in the sector has huge responsibility. Think before you do anything. We understand that you would want to tell the truth but stop and think for a while that ‘the end does not justify the means’ (niat tidak menghalalkan cara). Isn’t it nicer to have a story or a blog entry with clean representation of things? Although sometimes saying it in a blunt and maybe, quite controversial way may drive the point harder, think about the responsibility. I mean, this applies to me too.
So, I’m going to continue reading this book (seriously it’s so funny) and wish you a happy weekend. Do share any experiences if you have a good comeback on this.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
i think sir arthur conan doyle is classy. if he is still alive, i would like to stalker him. like really stalk him and paste his pictures to cover my walls.
why? because his classy. i'm repeating myself. ouh gosh! that is not good.
i managed to get myself The Lost World from this writer. i read his sherlock holmes series. in fact, i have the whole compilation that i know i haven't finish reading but it is certainly delightful to see him manage to keep the humour.
in this book, we travel with Professor Challenger, Lord John Roxton, Professor Summerlee and Edward Malone to venture into the land where dinasours still live. No, it was not time travelling but Challenger gathered these people to go into some part of South America and witness the existence of the prehistoric animals.
Challenger went to the said place in the previous two years before reaching London and being ridiculed by the science community due to his far-fetched ideas. hence, he gathered the company with Summerlee, whos is the chief in ridiculing Challenger's ideas at the time. Not known as someone who has a calm nerves, it was not difficult for Challenger to get into the bad books of everyone else.
the story was told in such a way that i can really picture myself being in the plateau full of boiling asphalt, facing the great iguanadons and also witnessing the cruel 'jumping-off-the-cliff' game of the ape-man. everything that happened; be it the shooting of one of their slaves, the nightwalk edward malone took, the war between the indians and ape-man, each and everyone of it kind of stuck in my mind. like it was literally a journey.
reading the book was definitely a joy. added with the sarcasm and dry humour of all the characters, i kind of agree that this book must be read before dwelling into jurassic park.
why? because his classy. i'm repeating myself. ouh gosh! that is not good.
i managed to get myself The Lost World from this writer. i read his sherlock holmes series. in fact, i have the whole compilation that i know i haven't finish reading but it is certainly delightful to see him manage to keep the humour.
in this book, we travel with Professor Challenger, Lord John Roxton, Professor Summerlee and Edward Malone to venture into the land where dinasours still live. No, it was not time travelling but Challenger gathered these people to go into some part of South America and witness the existence of the prehistoric animals.
Challenger went to the said place in the previous two years before reaching London and being ridiculed by the science community due to his far-fetched ideas. hence, he gathered the company with Summerlee, whos is the chief in ridiculing Challenger's ideas at the time. Not known as someone who has a calm nerves, it was not difficult for Challenger to get into the bad books of everyone else.
the story was told in such a way that i can really picture myself being in the plateau full of boiling asphalt, facing the great iguanadons and also witnessing the cruel 'jumping-off-the-cliff' game of the ape-man. everything that happened; be it the shooting of one of their slaves, the nightwalk edward malone took, the war between the indians and ape-man, each and everyone of it kind of stuck in my mind. like it was literally a journey.
reading the book was definitely a joy. added with the sarcasm and dry humour of all the characters, i kind of agree that this book must be read before dwelling into jurassic park.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
nothing interesting really
i've been working on this story that has been in my head for quite sometime
nearly a year to be exact
being the usual me, i would love to put everything down ASAP but then rome wasn't build in one day
lesson learnt
on another note:
i have to choose either to let go of the responsibility or go on with it
i don't have enough time for myself, let alone to give it to another activity or another website
so i guess the best way is to let go
it's hard but seriously,
why do i want to be in a certain position when i can't contribute?
i think it's much better this wasy
less obligation and i don't feel so bad of not commenting or anything
i just do not have the time
it's hard
i woke up in the morning and remember being sad of letting go the position but what can i say? something has to be done
i glad i stayed all these while and it's not like i'm going to be a non-member
i will still be there, provided that i have the time
p/s: kalau awak berpakaian begitu, saya kelu. kalau awak cakap begitu saya malu. jangan cuba untuk tafsirkan, syud. anda tidak akan berjaya :D
i've been working on this story that has been in my head for quite sometime
nearly a year to be exact
being the usual me, i would love to put everything down ASAP but then rome wasn't build in one day
lesson learnt
on another note:
i have to choose either to let go of the responsibility or go on with it
i don't have enough time for myself, let alone to give it to another activity or another website
so i guess the best way is to let go
it's hard but seriously,
why do i want to be in a certain position when i can't contribute?
i think it's much better this wasy
less obligation and i don't feel so bad of not commenting or anything
i just do not have the time
it's hard
i woke up in the morning and remember being sad of letting go the position but what can i say? something has to be done
i glad i stayed all these while and it's not like i'm going to be a non-member
i will still be there, provided that i have the time
p/s: kalau awak berpakaian begitu, saya kelu. kalau awak cakap begitu saya malu. jangan cuba untuk tafsirkan, syud. anda tidak akan berjaya :D
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Disclaimer: Exclusively for girls.
Me and the song You Belong With Me from Taylor Swift. Please, don’t get me wrong. Personally, I think she is absolutely talented, has a very nice voice and extremely cute. It’s the song that I have issues with.
Imagine you seeing a guy or being friends with a guy for years and years. Both of you have you own private jokes that nobody can understand and you know what this guy is feeling or thinking just through the rise and fall of his tones. He knows you absolutely; what your likes and dislikes, your eating habits and even your sleeping pattern. That is rising no less at 11 am on weekends. And yet you pine for him, not being able to say anything because according to you, he just didn’t realize what he wants is just right in front of you.
He pours his heart out to you, tells his deepest secrets, shares his darkest (and perhaps) the silliest fantasies, talks about nothing absolutely important and yet you still wait for him. Listening to all his sad stories about the girl he’s seeing and stuff.
Stop. Don’t flatter yourself. If I were you, I’d make the most out of it. Listening to his whines for half a day entitles me to a tall glass of Starbucks (we will cure the addiction of coffee later shall we?). I mean come on. It’s not the issue of him not realizing who you are but it’s the matter of you realizing that HE IS JUST NOT INTO YOU. Why?
First, why would he want to get closer to you because you are really accessible like 24-hour a day? Like the moment he calls you, you’d be running to the phone. Don’t lie, honey and stop being in denial. I have been there and I know for a fact quite a few people has been in that situation.
Second, why would be want to chase you because he already has this control over you? Remember the time when he asked if you can just do him a favour about something and you just say yes without thinking? Like helping him to order a dress for his sister and despite the fact that you have no idea what a cocktail dress is, you went to approach the Barbie Brigade just to get their advice. Please, we can do better than lying.
Third, you will never say no. Admit it girls; it is very hard to say no to someone that we absolutely like and this guy I’ve been talking about fits every description like he understand you, gets your joke and bla bla bla. I know stories like that and may have been in situation like that.
Who doesn’t like a girl like that? A person who will never say no to anything, listens to him regardless how stupid a conversation can be and be an extremely faithful friend. Honestly, the disasterous word is just there: friend. You will always end up being his friend although you can end up writing a biography about him because (as it may hurt, I know), he is not into you.
And this waiting like the Taylor Swift song is excruciating and not only that, it will just throw your confidence out of the 88th floor of KLCC, slamming face first into a huge bowl of poo. Don’t ask me what the poo is dong in KLCC, I;m just painting an image here of how waiting for an absolutely clueless guy can do to your confidence. Like attending job interviews, loss of confidence in matters like this is completely disasterous.
If you have been in the situation like the one in the song, wake up and stop pining. If he calls you every now and then, be kind to your own heart. Just hide your handphone somewhere like under a stack of fluffy pillow just to silence the sound and cleanse your system. You can be more than just a person who says yes to everything.
If you are in the situation, pull the strings a little bit. Run away a little bit but never be afraid of getting the results. If he really is into you, if there is a future, he will chase and run for you. Never mind what will happen in the future but this is definitely better than having to start a blog and talk about the guy without knowing if he loves you or not. Three weeks later he has a girlfriend and where are you? Turning lesbian? Is that what you really want?
If one day you may be faced with this situation, don’t wait too long. You are worth it, you are more than worth it. Anyone who comes and smashes your confidence should not be in your life. I’m not telling that you should dump him but think multiple times before you agree to go here and there with him.
I’m talking from experience and in fact, I’m going through the very thing. I know I don’t have any problems going out with this particular guy but then I find him messaging me like every single day, talking about nothing important at all and then asking me for a movie or the likes can be confusing. And I got the confirmation that I’m just a friend so I think it is just appropriate to not watch movies, shop together and stuff like that like normal couples do, right? I can still do it very often if say… I’m 17 but not at this age. If I were to invest my time in it, it had better be worthwhile. I don’t want to feed his ego. Well, admit it. Guys like girls hanging out with them with no strings attached right?
I’m not a pro in this kind of things but there are some kind of things that I may have a clue about. And this is clearly it. Quit wasting your time for someone who doesn’t see you as someone who is special. Of course there is the stories like the girl you sister knows that end up getting married to her bestfriend but let me ask you a question; how many Bill Gates do we have in this world? If you answered one, then you should know the answer that the kind of stories are not applicable to everyone. Yes, it is indeed a very rude awakening but believe me, once you do it, you will emerge feeling a whole lot better about yourself.
Having said that I’m going to have another dose of Jared Padalecki in Supernatural. Have a nice week ahead!
Me and the song You Belong With Me from Taylor Swift. Please, don’t get me wrong. Personally, I think she is absolutely talented, has a very nice voice and extremely cute. It’s the song that I have issues with.
Imagine you seeing a guy or being friends with a guy for years and years. Both of you have you own private jokes that nobody can understand and you know what this guy is feeling or thinking just through the rise and fall of his tones. He knows you absolutely; what your likes and dislikes, your eating habits and even your sleeping pattern. That is rising no less at 11 am on weekends. And yet you pine for him, not being able to say anything because according to you, he just didn’t realize what he wants is just right in front of you.
He pours his heart out to you, tells his deepest secrets, shares his darkest (and perhaps) the silliest fantasies, talks about nothing absolutely important and yet you still wait for him. Listening to all his sad stories about the girl he’s seeing and stuff.
Stop. Don’t flatter yourself. If I were you, I’d make the most out of it. Listening to his whines for half a day entitles me to a tall glass of Starbucks (we will cure the addiction of coffee later shall we?). I mean come on. It’s not the issue of him not realizing who you are but it’s the matter of you realizing that HE IS JUST NOT INTO YOU. Why?
First, why would he want to get closer to you because you are really accessible like 24-hour a day? Like the moment he calls you, you’d be running to the phone. Don’t lie, honey and stop being in denial. I have been there and I know for a fact quite a few people has been in that situation.
Second, why would be want to chase you because he already has this control over you? Remember the time when he asked if you can just do him a favour about something and you just say yes without thinking? Like helping him to order a dress for his sister and despite the fact that you have no idea what a cocktail dress is, you went to approach the Barbie Brigade just to get their advice. Please, we can do better than lying.
Third, you will never say no. Admit it girls; it is very hard to say no to someone that we absolutely like and this guy I’ve been talking about fits every description like he understand you, gets your joke and bla bla bla. I know stories like that and may have been in situation like that.
Who doesn’t like a girl like that? A person who will never say no to anything, listens to him regardless how stupid a conversation can be and be an extremely faithful friend. Honestly, the disasterous word is just there: friend. You will always end up being his friend although you can end up writing a biography about him because (as it may hurt, I know), he is not into you.
And this waiting like the Taylor Swift song is excruciating and not only that, it will just throw your confidence out of the 88th floor of KLCC, slamming face first into a huge bowl of poo. Don’t ask me what the poo is dong in KLCC, I;m just painting an image here of how waiting for an absolutely clueless guy can do to your confidence. Like attending job interviews, loss of confidence in matters like this is completely disasterous.
If you have been in the situation like the one in the song, wake up and stop pining. If he calls you every now and then, be kind to your own heart. Just hide your handphone somewhere like under a stack of fluffy pillow just to silence the sound and cleanse your system. You can be more than just a person who says yes to everything.
If you are in the situation, pull the strings a little bit. Run away a little bit but never be afraid of getting the results. If he really is into you, if there is a future, he will chase and run for you. Never mind what will happen in the future but this is definitely better than having to start a blog and talk about the guy without knowing if he loves you or not. Three weeks later he has a girlfriend and where are you? Turning lesbian? Is that what you really want?
If one day you may be faced with this situation, don’t wait too long. You are worth it, you are more than worth it. Anyone who comes and smashes your confidence should not be in your life. I’m not telling that you should dump him but think multiple times before you agree to go here and there with him.
I’m talking from experience and in fact, I’m going through the very thing. I know I don’t have any problems going out with this particular guy but then I find him messaging me like every single day, talking about nothing important at all and then asking me for a movie or the likes can be confusing. And I got the confirmation that I’m just a friend so I think it is just appropriate to not watch movies, shop together and stuff like that like normal couples do, right? I can still do it very often if say… I’m 17 but not at this age. If I were to invest my time in it, it had better be worthwhile. I don’t want to feed his ego. Well, admit it. Guys like girls hanging out with them with no strings attached right?
I’m not a pro in this kind of things but there are some kind of things that I may have a clue about. And this is clearly it. Quit wasting your time for someone who doesn’t see you as someone who is special. Of course there is the stories like the girl you sister knows that end up getting married to her bestfriend but let me ask you a question; how many Bill Gates do we have in this world? If you answered one, then you should know the answer that the kind of stories are not applicable to everyone. Yes, it is indeed a very rude awakening but believe me, once you do it, you will emerge feeling a whole lot better about yourself.
Having said that I’m going to have another dose of Jared Padalecki in Supernatural. Have a nice week ahead!
Friday, October 02, 2009
ye kawan-kawan. hari raya sudah tiba. ini sebenarnya nasi himpit yang dimakan pada hari ketiga di rumah orang lain kerana tidak boleh memaafkan diri sendiri kalau memakan makanan ini di rumah sendiri kerana sudah makan secara pukal pada hari raya yang pertama. T_T
ni bukan nak buat ensiklopedia tentang makanan yang popular pada hari raya. saja je nak amek gamba keputat .. eh i mean ketupat sehari sebelum raya.
sedang memasak rendang untuk keesokan harinya
ini adalah supervisor; memastikan tukang amek gambar tidak membuat sebarang onar seperti mengacau rendang hingga hancur
tukang amek gamba terpaksa buang masa amek gamba kerana dia telah terhiris tangan sendiri semasa menghiris bawang. lain orang suruh buat, lain yang dia buat TSK
semangat kene jitu masa nak masak rendang. dah yang kau tu dok amek gamba semate tak reti-reti nak tolong?
tangan nampak shaky sebagai tanda beliau ingin berlalu pergi meninggalkan saya dengan kamera
penat jugak bercerita. mari kita minum dulu
ini pula wajah sepupu saya yang mungkin sedang mengira duit raya yang diberikan oleh sanak-saudara di pagi hari raya. sorikan i kasi duit raya yang kecl jumlahnya. i dah belanja u buke pose oke what?
ni pulak...bukan kuih di rumah sendiri.
ya begitulah cerita raya saya. saya kembali bekerja pada hari raya keempat. sekian terima kasih
Thursday, October 01, 2009
I find my happiness in a cup of coffee. Yes, it doesn’t take that much to make me happy, especially in the morning. I don’t need 20 kg of exorbitant chocolates (although the idea of eating products from La Maison du Chocolat may bring bigger smile). I don’t need Starbucks, San Francisco or Coffee Bean. My dear brother (panggil deat sebab dapat duit raya. Kalau tak dapat, jangan harap. Ye, saya MASIH dapat duit raya. Sila jeles) has showed that Kopi Kapal Api is really good. Thanks bro. Tahun depan jangan lupe kasi duit raya lagi. Hiks.
Where was I? Ouh coffee. I’m an addict. Even the smell of coffee can jolt me into several moments of complete awareness. I don’t know how it started but it doesn’t matter; I need that dose of coffee daily. And I’m sad to say that I suffer caffeine-withdrawal symptom the most during Ramadhan. Although I can always have a cup of steaming Nescafe during sahur, the feeling is different. Having a rushed coffee is totally different from sipping it once in a while in a stretch of an hour; for example. But still, it’d fall into a deep stupor within the first half an hour of work if I don’t drink the beverage. I know that coffee will make me dehydrated but even the idea of starting the day without one just makes me think of throwing myself over a cliff.
My normal consumption per day is two per day although it will dramatically increase if I am attacked by the mosquitoes at night. But I realized that I’m craving for more these days and I must say that I’m lucky that I had a long, peaceful, dreamless nights these days.
I’ve a good mind to own a coffee plantation because then I’d be fulfilling my own craving for the said beverage, which is one of the most popular beverages across the globe. Last year alone, the commodity ranked top in a total of 12 countries. And imagine me selling Kopi Luwak. This is the rarest gourmet coffee in the world where it was found to be selling at AUD 50 per cup at a café called Heritage Tea Rooms in Australia. But no thanks, I don’t think I can swallow it because the beans are taken after they have ‘exited’ the system of a certain animal. I’d rather have mine clean. Check out Kopi Luwak (bukan Kopi Lawak)
If I find myself being tired or stressed, I find that the coffee smell calms me down. Ok bunyi dah mengalahkan orang hidu gam la kan but that is the truth. I am so addicted to coffee that there are times that I’d be running up and down looking for coffee and ended up being really cranky because of its action.
I do enjoy a cup of coffee when I was in university but it wasn’t this bad. Back then, a cup of coffee is all I can take. Now, I’m afraid that it has turned into cola; I do not even have trouble sleeping even if I take it at night.
I know that addiction is not good. It doesn’t matter which addiction are you referring to; cigarettes, drugs, shopping (yikes) or coffee. I know that too much coffee will cause osteoperosis but seriously, I just can’t stop.
Heck, if it’s any consolation, luckily I am not addicted to Coffeebucks. Ouh the coffee in the picture is courtesy of my colleague for my birthday. Thi hi hi.
Anyone suffers from caffeine addiction?
Where was I? Ouh coffee. I’m an addict. Even the smell of coffee can jolt me into several moments of complete awareness. I don’t know how it started but it doesn’t matter; I need that dose of coffee daily. And I’m sad to say that I suffer caffeine-withdrawal symptom the most during Ramadhan. Although I can always have a cup of steaming Nescafe during sahur, the feeling is different. Having a rushed coffee is totally different from sipping it once in a while in a stretch of an hour; for example. But still, it’d fall into a deep stupor within the first half an hour of work if I don’t drink the beverage. I know that coffee will make me dehydrated but even the idea of starting the day without one just makes me think of throwing myself over a cliff.
My normal consumption per day is two per day although it will dramatically increase if I am attacked by the mosquitoes at night. But I realized that I’m craving for more these days and I must say that I’m lucky that I had a long, peaceful, dreamless nights these days.
I’ve a good mind to own a coffee plantation because then I’d be fulfilling my own craving for the said beverage, which is one of the most popular beverages across the globe. Last year alone, the commodity ranked top in a total of 12 countries. And imagine me selling Kopi Luwak. This is the rarest gourmet coffee in the world where it was found to be selling at AUD 50 per cup at a café called Heritage Tea Rooms in Australia. But no thanks, I don’t think I can swallow it because the beans are taken after they have ‘exited’ the system of a certain animal. I’d rather have mine clean. Check out Kopi Luwak (bukan Kopi Lawak)
If I find myself being tired or stressed, I find that the coffee smell calms me down. Ok bunyi dah mengalahkan orang hidu gam la kan but that is the truth. I am so addicted to coffee that there are times that I’d be running up and down looking for coffee and ended up being really cranky because of its action.
I do enjoy a cup of coffee when I was in university but it wasn’t this bad. Back then, a cup of coffee is all I can take. Now, I’m afraid that it has turned into cola; I do not even have trouble sleeping even if I take it at night.
I know that addiction is not good. It doesn’t matter which addiction are you referring to; cigarettes, drugs, shopping (yikes) or coffee. I know that too much coffee will cause osteoperosis but seriously, I just can’t stop.
Heck, if it’s any consolation, luckily I am not addicted to Coffeebucks. Ouh the coffee in the picture is courtesy of my colleague for my birthday. Thi hi hi.
Anyone suffers from caffeine addiction?
Monday, September 28, 2009
I am still reading the book about the qualities of the leader. Ouh no, I'm not planning to take over any major seats in the company that I'm attached with but the idea of taking over Richard Branson's company does not sound too bad. Yeah, wishful thinking.
I would like to share this part where the writer touches on loving what you do. Well, that's not the exact word in the book but I am too lazy to walk to my room and take the book so bear with me.
When we were young (I don't think small is appropriate because some people stay small and slim forever.nblasyfafbeufho. Lucky them), we have a lot of fantasies. I remember wanting to become a scientist (nowhere close), a teacher (no chance), a lawyer (loyar buruk bole la) and I may have the dream to become the person who discovers artifacts and fossils. I was driven, reading books after books upon my current fascination then and nothing seemed like a rouutine. Every day was filled with excitement, there never was a moment to feel bored because there's so much things to imagine. Like how I'm going to discover new viruses and teach my soft toys some idioms. Well, being the only girl has its own disadvantages like you'll end up a tree if you really want to push your brothers to play without.
Wait. Maybe I did ask them to climb the tree with me. Well, never mind.
But as we get older, we forgot how to imagine. And when we forgot how to imagine, there's no fun anymore. I personaly sometimes feel trapped. I go through this whole routine of waiting for the bus, walking to the office, pretend to be busy, do the job, read some work-related emails (well if not all the time, almost all the time then) and then go home. Repeat the steps like ten times and be ready to fall into a coma. I'm just painting the scenario though because I'm blessed with an office full of fun people. But I had the experience when I worked with other places. I feel there's nothing that iIcan do. I feel trapped. And I realised that it happened because I let go of the thing that I love to do.
Its good to be doing something that you like and good at. Like, some peope are good at playing the piano but sometimes they forgot to allocate the time to play it, citing reasons like busy, no time bla bla bla. But after reading the particular chapter, I realised that doing something that we love to do is a good way of de-stressing out selves. And doing something that we are good at and honing the skill might even become more satisying.
Go back to the root. Reflect back to the time when we are young (if can, innocent). What are the things that we spend hours doing that we forgot to sleep, eat or even play with other people. Playing hide-and-seek may not be applicable here. Find that activity and start doing it again. Break the routine of just going to work and returning home to sleep. Break it by doing the thing that we love. I love reading and I really can't wait to go back and read something. Reading is something that I love doing since I was a little kid and i can just get lost in the midst of the sea of books. Which reminds me that I didn't manage to get Time Traveller's Time *cries.
I don't know Zila. Maybe my Personal Legend is not teaching. Because I remember writing stories when I was young. A LOT. I spent hours writing and perfecting the characters. Maybe that's my Personal Legend because I enjoy it the most. But I do appreciate you trying to suggest what my Personal Legend is because I was blur. Maybe this is the path that I should take although I may not end up as JK Rowling (imagine having lunch in Buckingham Palace weih) or Stephen King (gile bes ni byk buku jadi movie).
I know what I need to do now. I know what gives me the satisfaction (apart from eating). So, why not go find the thing that you love to do to break the routine? And tell me how it feels.
I would like to share this part where the writer touches on loving what you do. Well, that's not the exact word in the book but I am too lazy to walk to my room and take the book so bear with me.
When we were young (I don't think small is appropriate because some people stay small and slim forever.nblasyfafbeufho. Lucky them), we have a lot of fantasies. I remember wanting to become a scientist (nowhere close), a teacher (no chance), a lawyer (loyar buruk bole la) and I may have the dream to become the person who discovers artifacts and fossils. I was driven, reading books after books upon my current fascination then and nothing seemed like a rouutine. Every day was filled with excitement, there never was a moment to feel bored because there's so much things to imagine. Like how I'm going to discover new viruses and teach my soft toys some idioms. Well, being the only girl has its own disadvantages like you'll end up a tree if you really want to push your brothers to play without.
Wait. Maybe I did ask them to climb the tree with me. Well, never mind.
But as we get older, we forgot how to imagine. And when we forgot how to imagine, there's no fun anymore. I personaly sometimes feel trapped. I go through this whole routine of waiting for the bus, walking to the office, pretend to be busy, do the job, read some work-related emails (well if not all the time, almost all the time then) and then go home. Repeat the steps like ten times and be ready to fall into a coma. I'm just painting the scenario though because I'm blessed with an office full of fun people. But I had the experience when I worked with other places. I feel there's nothing that iIcan do. I feel trapped. And I realised that it happened because I let go of the thing that I love to do.
Its good to be doing something that you like and good at. Like, some peope are good at playing the piano but sometimes they forgot to allocate the time to play it, citing reasons like busy, no time bla bla bla. But after reading the particular chapter, I realised that doing something that we love to do is a good way of de-stressing out selves. And doing something that we are good at and honing the skill might even become more satisying.
Go back to the root. Reflect back to the time when we are young (if can, innocent). What are the things that we spend hours doing that we forgot to sleep, eat or even play with other people. Playing hide-and-seek may not be applicable here. Find that activity and start doing it again. Break the routine of just going to work and returning home to sleep. Break it by doing the thing that we love. I love reading and I really can't wait to go back and read something. Reading is something that I love doing since I was a little kid and i can just get lost in the midst of the sea of books. Which reminds me that I didn't manage to get Time Traveller's Time *cries.
I don't know Zila. Maybe my Personal Legend is not teaching. Because I remember writing stories when I was young. A LOT. I spent hours writing and perfecting the characters. Maybe that's my Personal Legend because I enjoy it the most. But I do appreciate you trying to suggest what my Personal Legend is because I was blur. Maybe this is the path that I should take although I may not end up as JK Rowling (imagine having lunch in Buckingham Palace weih) or Stephen King (gile bes ni byk buku jadi movie).
I know what I need to do now. I know what gives me the satisfaction (apart from eating). So, why not go find the thing that you love to do to break the routine? And tell me how it feels.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
i picked up my prize in BookXcess today (no zila i didn't but any books'. I choose The Necklace and 21 indispensable qualities of a leader. now i know why i was never a class monitor.
i have started reading the 21 indispensable qualities of a leader. it's not thick but what the author wants to say is nailed straight to the point. and he quoted the words of people that we know like napolean and reagen. or at least people that we can google like marie curie, a Nobel Prize winner.
i have managed to read quite a few chapters while waiting for my food during lunch. what i read from one chapter is very interesting. its about giving to people, well being generous. the concept is very easy; if you don't give now, the attitude won't suddenly change when you are wealthy.
and this thing being generous is not only on monetary terms but can be a lot of things. it can be about sharing information, knowledge or the such.
so, having said that, anyone wants to share information on how to get clothing for women with curves at good prices?
on a second note: i'm trying to write a myystery/ criminal-themed like story. don't know how it will turn out (hope it turns out ok). :D
i have started reading the 21 indispensable qualities of a leader. it's not thick but what the author wants to say is nailed straight to the point. and he quoted the words of people that we know like napolean and reagen. or at least people that we can google like marie curie, a Nobel Prize winner.
i have managed to read quite a few chapters while waiting for my food during lunch. what i read from one chapter is very interesting. its about giving to people, well being generous. the concept is very easy; if you don't give now, the attitude won't suddenly change when you are wealthy.
and this thing being generous is not only on monetary terms but can be a lot of things. it can be about sharing information, knowledge or the such.
so, having said that, anyone wants to share information on how to get clothing for women with curves at good prices?
on a second note: i'm trying to write a myystery/ criminal-themed like story. don't know how it will turn out (hope it turns out ok). :D
Thursday, September 24, 2009
yes selamat hari raya (still. no pics of raya yet. too lazy to upload).
i start working today, after nearly suffering from the mind-numbing boredom at home. that is the major drawback when you had raya in kl; your friends are nowhere to be found (save a few like elle and anne. thanks princesses)
i'm so happy because i won Blog Bonanza 6 from BookXcess. the rest of the entry is here. i have to choose two books out from 4 so can anyone please suggest me something? i don't know which one to pick
here are the books:
Gorgeously Green: 8 Simple Steps to an Earth-Friendly Life – Sophie Uliano
The Necklace – Cheryl Jarvis
Squawk: How to Stop Making Noise and Start Getting Results – Travis Bradberry
The 21 Indispensable Qualities of a Leader – John C. Maxwell
and syud, my raya was boring but of course, meeting elle's niece was really nice. she's so cute; i had to refrain from kidnapping her.
just a short update. will update more (hopefully) tomorrow.
i start working today, after nearly suffering from the mind-numbing boredom at home. that is the major drawback when you had raya in kl; your friends are nowhere to be found (save a few like elle and anne. thanks princesses)
i'm so happy because i won Blog Bonanza 6 from BookXcess. the rest of the entry is here. i have to choose two books out from 4 so can anyone please suggest me something? i don't know which one to pick
here are the books:
Gorgeously Green: 8 Simple Steps to an Earth-Friendly Life – Sophie Uliano
The Necklace – Cheryl Jarvis
Squawk: How to Stop Making Noise and Start Getting Results – Travis Bradberry
The 21 Indispensable Qualities of a Leader – John C. Maxwell
and syud, my raya was boring but of course, meeting elle's niece was really nice. she's so cute; i had to refrain from kidnapping her.
just a short update. will update more (hopefully) tomorrow.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Review: A Greek God in the Ladies Room
I'm no good with Greek history and stuff. This book tells about Darius' and Alex's relationship when Darius went into the statue that Alexandra (Alex) sculpted. The statue was supposed to be sold for the benefit of the orphanage that Alex grew up. And when Darius went into the statue, it went into life and Alex was charged with theft.
Things do not get easier when Darius fell in love with Alex. which was not something that that happened to Darius, the God of Gems. Darius entered the statue long before he came to life and managed to see her, hear her talk every single day and play with the kids. Then, as time passes by, Darius' started feeling Alex's touch. And when he came to life, he started to go for Alex.
Albeit the fact that his father, Zeus, lifted the curse where he will return as a statue by night, his parents wanted him to get married to a goddess of their choice before he will get his powers back. By this time, he was attached to Alex and she has also managed to accept him in his life. She can no longer deny the fact that he loved her and to top it all, Darius had driven Alex to Olympus and introduced her to his whole family.
Its not easy to get everything that you want. It is also not easy to conquer everything, although you are a God. Enjoyable book but I'd prefer more funny lines. It's a chic-lit, no doubt.
By the way, I'm selling this book. I can't keep every book that I buy so I was thinking of selling a few books, starting with this and Real World from Nirino Katsuo. Its great if it will be in Klang Valley, the books has only be read once and in a very good condition. The bidding starts at RM10, email me at uculer.at.gmail.com. Winners will be notified by email. Thanks
Matilah feeling kan ?
I'm no good with Greek history and stuff. This book tells about Darius' and Alex's relationship when Darius went into the statue that Alexandra (Alex) sculpted. The statue was supposed to be sold for the benefit of the orphanage that Alex grew up. And when Darius went into the statue, it went into life and Alex was charged with theft.
Things do not get easier when Darius fell in love with Alex. which was not something that that happened to Darius, the God of Gems. Darius entered the statue long before he came to life and managed to see her, hear her talk every single day and play with the kids. Then, as time passes by, Darius' started feeling Alex's touch. And when he came to life, he started to go for Alex.
Albeit the fact that his father, Zeus, lifted the curse where he will return as a statue by night, his parents wanted him to get married to a goddess of their choice before he will get his powers back. By this time, he was attached to Alex and she has also managed to accept him in his life. She can no longer deny the fact that he loved her and to top it all, Darius had driven Alex to Olympus and introduced her to his whole family.
Its not easy to get everything that you want. It is also not easy to conquer everything, although you are a God. Enjoyable book but I'd prefer more funny lines. It's a chic-lit, no doubt.
By the way, I'm selling this book. I can't keep every book that I buy so I was thinking of selling a few books, starting with this and Real World from Nirino Katsuo. Its great if it will be in Klang Valley, the books has only be read once and in a very good condition. The bidding starts at RM10, email me at uculer.at.gmail.com. Winners will be notified by email. Thanks
Matilah feeling kan ?
I took this picture after a very heavy rain during the third week of ramadhan I guess. beside it was a really beautiful flower so that's why it came out old and decrepit. but no, i'm not going to be all teary-eyed and sad about getting old, its not worth it.
it's hari raya and its raining cats and dogs outside. there was nothing on the TV right now. as you can guess (because of the heavy rain).
you know what's cruel? when you can see the difference in your waistline for a month and when the day comes, you really cannot resist anything. like you can't resist the third helping of rendang. my goodness, i had two helpings before 12 noon. and watching the TV does not help, i tell you.
and then you had to susun the kuih. supposedly in the balang but of course, i arranged it in my mouth first. and gosh, it felt so good. i never thot i'd be able to put anything in my mouth after taking gulps of air tainted with the very smell of kuih raya my auntie made but there i was, eating and tasting every single piece of them in my mouth *happy glee.
it's cold, there's nothing on the TV and i'm supposed to be bored but i'm not. finally i have the time to do all the photo editing that I wanted, thanks to the rain. i've always wanted to edit the pictures, there were too many and my cousins really want the pictures of their cats. or cat. i don't know. the cats look the same to me.
so, tata now. have fun with your family. i'm still having fun because i still get duit raya *i see the smirk, you are jealous.
i'm going to see if there's anymore kerepek in the cupboard. heh
it's hari raya and its raining cats and dogs outside. there was nothing on the TV right now. as you can guess (because of the heavy rain).
you know what's cruel? when you can see the difference in your waistline for a month and when the day comes, you really cannot resist anything. like you can't resist the third helping of rendang. my goodness, i had two helpings before 12 noon. and watching the TV does not help, i tell you.
and then you had to susun the kuih. supposedly in the balang but of course, i arranged it in my mouth first. and gosh, it felt so good. i never thot i'd be able to put anything in my mouth after taking gulps of air tainted with the very smell of kuih raya my auntie made but there i was, eating and tasting every single piece of them in my mouth *happy glee.
it's cold, there's nothing on the TV and i'm supposed to be bored but i'm not. finally i have the time to do all the photo editing that I wanted, thanks to the rain. i've always wanted to edit the pictures, there were too many and my cousins really want the pictures of their cats. or cat. i don't know. the cats look the same to me.
so, tata now. have fun with your family. i'm still having fun because i still get duit raya *i see the smirk, you are jealous.
i'm going to see if there's anymore kerepek in the cupboard. heh
Saturday, September 19, 2009
gamba KLCC sebab ai tak beraya kat kampung. takde kampung *kesat air mata
selamat hari raya
berhati-hati di jalan raya
takut nanti tak cukup duit raya
atau tak dapat duit raya
sebab merana di hospital di hari raya
semoga suka kita suka yang bersukat (terkawal)
maaf zahir dan batin
terkasar bahasa
terlanjur perkataan
tersilap perbuatan
semoga syawal ini bawa lebih erti pada kita
ouh sebelum terlupa
saya juga menerima wang pos, cek berpalang (bukan cek tendang), transaksi bank, kad debit, visa, mastercard dan e-gold begitu juga kijang emas sebagai duit raya
terima kasih
Friday, September 18, 2009
well, here's a game called 'Who's the Better Stalker' (as if stalking is a good thing aiudnfyf)
she observes him for half a year
kind of know how he is like
knows that his choice in neckties are kind of cool
how much of a workaholic he is
knows that he's getting better with the small talk and all
another she met her former schoolmate and in one day
less than one hour
she knows that he can stand up for his right
popular
spiritual
and she likes him
who's better than?
and selamat hari raya people. maaf zahir dan batin
enjoy your hols
she observes him for half a year
kind of know how he is like
knows that his choice in neckties are kind of cool
how much of a workaholic he is
knows that he's getting better with the small talk and all
another she met her former schoolmate and in one day
less than one hour
she knows that he can stand up for his right
popular
spiritual
and she likes him
who's better than?
and selamat hari raya people. maaf zahir dan batin
enjoy your hols
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Real World by Natsuo Kirino
I am actually scared reading this book. I’m scared of Worm in this Real World by Kirino Natsuo. He actually killed his mother because he cannot stand being perfected. Since he was small, all he ever was asked to do was to be better, smarter and work harder. He was told that he had to be first and then with a little effort and he will succeed. Or something along the line.
I find it interesting to see that Real World mirrors the same identity of other Japanese story, like they have a template or something. It has been years since I read a novel by a Japanese writer. Do we consider Memoirs of A Geisha as Japanese written?
It’s disturbing to see young people, especially the characters in Real World; having to struggle with their surrounding. It seems that all that their parents can think of was for them to be real smart, excel, enter university and a real top one at that and be popular. Like, not being able to achieve those will make them as a total failure.
They were young and yet, they were exposed to dangers since they were at a very young age. Kazuko for example, had to face sick people on the train that just cannot help themselves when they see schoolgirls on the train alone. Her parents insisted that she should commute, on her own, on a train to an elite private school. She was still young then and it must be scary to her having to face these sick people.
But the similarities among the characters were quite outstanding for me. They feel trapped. They do not enjoy their young age because all they had to do was study, go to cram school (I suppose like a tuition class or something, correct me if I’m wrong) and more studying. There was this one part in the book that nearly made me go WHAT in capital letters, red font, font type 72 in KL Sentral. Something where a character said that he studied for 12 hours per day and his grade increased 10%. I’m sorry…study for 12 hours. This is exactly what is happening here, around me at my place. And it is really scary. If local kids end up like this; studying, having no interaction with people, are not encouraged to ‘feel’ about the community, its not impossible to see the things in Real World happening.
I have rambled to long on the studying part. The story was quite interesting where four young girls were involved in a case where a guy being called as Worm, killed his mother, Then, he stole Toshi’s phone and start calling all her friends. They started talking and in fact, at least two talked for nearly an hour.
Things turned sour when the four girls got too interested in what Worm did and start helping him to be a runway. In Real World, he progressed from a nerd to a criminal and then to someone who can barely make a decision.
Real World might be disturbing but it does make me think about the Real World out there. Like, can’t the kids have fun once in a while rather than being forced to study night and day? The online chatrooms, they are still sick people trying to pick up young girls through that place. Isn’t it a bit too decade ago?
Its something to feel you are blamed and to take the blame. The book is not light at all and Real World made me think real hard that it sometimes got be real frustrated.
OK adik-adik, mari makan ubat dengan ucapan: nasihat jangan main hujan tu bukan untuk kanak-kanak sahaja. Boleh digunakan pada semua orang (padan muke sendiri tanak pakai payung masa hujan uwe8runfa8yfab)
I am actually scared reading this book. I’m scared of Worm in this Real World by Kirino Natsuo. He actually killed his mother because he cannot stand being perfected. Since he was small, all he ever was asked to do was to be better, smarter and work harder. He was told that he had to be first and then with a little effort and he will succeed. Or something along the line.
I find it interesting to see that Real World mirrors the same identity of other Japanese story, like they have a template or something. It has been years since I read a novel by a Japanese writer. Do we consider Memoirs of A Geisha as Japanese written?
It’s disturbing to see young people, especially the characters in Real World; having to struggle with their surrounding. It seems that all that their parents can think of was for them to be real smart, excel, enter university and a real top one at that and be popular. Like, not being able to achieve those will make them as a total failure.
They were young and yet, they were exposed to dangers since they were at a very young age. Kazuko for example, had to face sick people on the train that just cannot help themselves when they see schoolgirls on the train alone. Her parents insisted that she should commute, on her own, on a train to an elite private school. She was still young then and it must be scary to her having to face these sick people.
But the similarities among the characters were quite outstanding for me. They feel trapped. They do not enjoy their young age because all they had to do was study, go to cram school (I suppose like a tuition class or something, correct me if I’m wrong) and more studying. There was this one part in the book that nearly made me go WHAT in capital letters, red font, font type 72 in KL Sentral. Something where a character said that he studied for 12 hours per day and his grade increased 10%. I’m sorry…study for 12 hours. This is exactly what is happening here, around me at my place. And it is really scary. If local kids end up like this; studying, having no interaction with people, are not encouraged to ‘feel’ about the community, its not impossible to see the things in Real World happening.
I have rambled to long on the studying part. The story was quite interesting where four young girls were involved in a case where a guy being called as Worm, killed his mother, Then, he stole Toshi’s phone and start calling all her friends. They started talking and in fact, at least two talked for nearly an hour.
Things turned sour when the four girls got too interested in what Worm did and start helping him to be a runway. In Real World, he progressed from a nerd to a criminal and then to someone who can barely make a decision.
Real World might be disturbing but it does make me think about the Real World out there. Like, can’t the kids have fun once in a while rather than being forced to study night and day? The online chatrooms, they are still sick people trying to pick up young girls through that place. Isn’t it a bit too decade ago?
Its something to feel you are blamed and to take the blame. The book is not light at all and Real World made me think real hard that it sometimes got be real frustrated.
OK adik-adik, mari makan ubat dengan ucapan: nasihat jangan main hujan tu bukan untuk kanak-kanak sahaja. Boleh digunakan pada semua orang (padan muke sendiri tanak pakai payung masa hujan uwe8runfa8yfab)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Gosh, writing up something for this book is not easy. Not that I don't like it but well, there are some concerns.
It is tough to become a mom, living in the Park Avenue and showed all your 'toys'. All with the status quo and dress codes to keep up. Most of the wives that Jamie Whitfield knew are those who don't work, have filthy rich husbands, owns private jets and do not eat. They were dolled up all the time and so are their little kids as well as their nannies.
Unlike the other wives, Jamie worked and she was trying to fit into the community. She was not born into it and dress codes went wrong, jobe went wrong and the marriage is not what it seemed. Philip, the husband, became her fourth child instead of the partner; difficult, grumpy and impossible. And the fact that Dylan, their oldest, was having problems with himself didn't help.
And here comes the Manny (male version of the Nanny). He loved Dylan and the other two kids, smoking hot and warm. Instead of just working for her, they became more involved and its either the problem in the marriage or it was meant to be, things do get a little more complicated. Jamie got a rude awakening (kind of ) by Peter on her current live, her needs and her feelings.
I won't say that I did not enjoy this but its not easy to put your thoughts on moral when I read it. Honestly, not as funny as The Nanny Diaries but it got me into thinking real hard. One of it is being superwoman, juggling so many things at one time as well as being who you are.
*have started to try to review books that I've read since it will remind me that 'dah dah aa tu beli buku. hujan pun tau berenti' T_T
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
orang kate, jangan main dengan api
tapi takpe la kot
mungkin aku nak jadi fire fighter
tak pun nak jadi orang yang main api dekat sarkis tu
pendek kate takpe la
biarkan....
lps ni kalau luke tangan, kaki, muke atau hati
kite jgn kasitau sape-sape tau?
kite diam je buat tak tau sbb kalau kite cerite kat orang
nanti orang akan cakap 'i told you so', 'kan dah kata..','girl...(sambil geleng-geleng kepala dengan muke tidak approve'
sebab orang kate 'someone is going to get hurt real bad'
dan telah terbuti diri kite mcm mane
kapasiti (bukan kapasitor.net) hati kita menahan kelukaan
seeloknya, ukurlah baju di badan sendiri
memang nampak cantik kat patung tapi mungkin tak elok untuk diri sendiri
contohnya, tak semua orang boleh pakai bubble skirt
'there's a clear line between being nice and (sorry) being utterly gullible'
hey, kenape bila aku mintak balik barang aku
aku pulak yang rase bersalah?
contoh macam kau pinjam lampu tidur aku sebab lampu tidur kau pecah dibaling ke dinding selepas bergaduh dengan 'laki kau'
kenape bile aku mintak balik lampu tu (sebab kau tau aku takutkan raksasa di bawah katil dan di dalam almari)
kau berjaya buat aku rasa bersalah?
ada sebab kenapa aku minta
it bugs me you know
lebih-lebih lagi kalau itu yang aku sayang ataupun sesuatu yang aku menang
dan di sinilah patut aku belajar bahawa maaf, aku akan jaga barang dan hati aku sendiri
pertolongan kau, usah kau beri
tapi takpe la kot
mungkin aku nak jadi fire fighter
tak pun nak jadi orang yang main api dekat sarkis tu
pendek kate takpe la
biarkan....
lps ni kalau luke tangan, kaki, muke atau hati
kite jgn kasitau sape-sape tau?
kite diam je buat tak tau sbb kalau kite cerite kat orang
nanti orang akan cakap 'i told you so', 'kan dah kata..','girl...(sambil geleng-geleng kepala dengan muke tidak approve'
sebab orang kate 'someone is going to get hurt real bad'
dan telah terbuti diri kite mcm mane
kapasiti (bukan kapasitor.net) hati kita menahan kelukaan
seeloknya, ukurlah baju di badan sendiri
memang nampak cantik kat patung tapi mungkin tak elok untuk diri sendiri
contohnya, tak semua orang boleh pakai bubble skirt
'there's a clear line between being nice and (sorry) being utterly gullible'
hey, kenape bila aku mintak balik barang aku
aku pulak yang rase bersalah?
contoh macam kau pinjam lampu tidur aku sebab lampu tidur kau pecah dibaling ke dinding selepas bergaduh dengan 'laki kau'
kenape bile aku mintak balik lampu tu (sebab kau tau aku takutkan raksasa di bawah katil dan di dalam almari)
kau berjaya buat aku rasa bersalah?
ada sebab kenapa aku minta
it bugs me you know
lebih-lebih lagi kalau itu yang aku sayang ataupun sesuatu yang aku menang
dan di sinilah patut aku belajar bahawa maaf, aku akan jaga barang dan hati aku sendiri
pertolongan kau, usah kau beri
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Anne Frank: Diary of A Young Girl is the compilation of diary entries of Anne Frank, whose family suffered during the Holocaust. Although the story took place long before I was born, I feel an obligation to look up to this girl for her hopes as well as dreamsand in particular, her will to live.
Anne Frank did not make it since she died two weeks before liberation by British but for me, her spirit stays.
Anne Frank was among the few families that suffered during the height of Adolf Hitler. At the time when each Jew family were seized, they managed to hid in Otto Frank’s building. However, the hid in her father’s workplace for two years with another family. Imagine living in a tight space during a hard time with another family, it’s not really the brightest of days. The little girl did not know whether she will be able to make it through the tiring time and she wasn’t even sure that her writing might be of contribution to those who wanted to record what happened during Hitler’s time, she kept on with her effort. She created a pal and keep writing until their family were betrayed and being turned before being sent to a concentration camp.
She was young yet she was observant, thoughtful and patient. Anne was not sure what was happening at the time but still, she was patient and tried not to burden the other adults. She kept on keeping her accounts in her diary where she created a few imaginary friends. Her will to live, her fight and her hope made me think how this little girl, knowing that her family can be betrayed, knowing full well that nothing brings more joy to the authorities to kill then but yet, she was determined to live. Despite the hardship, she was determined to go on.
I was never a fighter and I always give up when I think or sense that ‘heck, I couldn’t win this so why bother?’. But after reading Anne Frank: Diary of A Young Girl, it seems important to keep pursuing the dream, keep working on it and try to find ways to keep it. Because dreams and hope keep one alive and let them focus on their main goal.
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