Gol & Gincu

I am proud to say that this has been one of the most entertaining and refreshing Malay movie I watched so far. Toying with the latest crave, futsal, and girl issues, family relationships, friendship and love. At one point I thought Rafidah was trying to cramped 3R into a movie!! However the script was well laid, with a brilliant cast. I especially like Sazzy’s character here. Her strength lies in the normality of her character. She reflects what a typical modern urban girl would be. Strong and kind-hearted, yet supportive and appreciates friendships. Nor Fazura did her job well. Although a bit over the edge at times. Honestly I haven’t met a girl who’s so girly and socialize openly, maybe not just yet. Rafidah and Kartini are their usual 3R character, in fact I think that Kartini has a lot to offer in the movie industry. To me, she is a symbol of a healthy, successful and positive role model who still looks good although a bit TV-overweight. Teens nowadays need to be fed with the correct values of life. Not into Lindsay Lohan’s underweight issue.

Merdeka, Merdeka, Merdeka!!

The month of merdeka has kicked off again, with plenty of campaigns to the public to mengibarkan the Jalur Gemilang. However I noticed that the Malaysians are not as excited as they were 5 years ago. Perhaps the haze dampens the moods of a celebrated independence.
Talking about merdeka, somehow the public has been confused by the terms used by the government and the media for the 31st August celebration. Some use the ‘Hari Kemerdekaan’, and plenty use the term ‘Hari Kebangsaan’. The Government should be more adamant in the usage of these terms as they refer to different meanings altogether. My understanding for Hari Kemerdekaan is the day to celebrate our beloved country’s independence of penjajahan. As for the latter term, I would likely refer it to the celebration of the union of Malaya, then Singapore, Sabah and Sarawak, which leads to the pembentukan Malaysia. And that was on the 16th of September 1963. however it was less celebrated, which as a Sarawakian, I do feel disappointed.

Commitment-phobic

Yesterday I met my best buddy, J, for a drink at Starbucks Midvalley. He’s down in KL for a week to attend an induction course organized by his agency. Did a lot of catching up, I missed the monkeys in KK, and he was surprised by the number of weddings he missed, especially Azam’s, our OBS troop in DPA. I also conveyed the long-awaited good news of E getting hitched. J was of course shocked, surprised and bewildered. Well, whaddaya expect when you’re the last person in your close circle of friends to be hitched?? I don’t blame him. I am not giving him the pressure either. Think that at 28, a guy still has a lot to explore (ehem ehem) and might not be ready yet to settle down. Besides, J indicated that he’s commitment-phobic and would be a disappointment for girls who’s looking for a long-term relationship with him. I guess that’s why he enjoyed my company so much. I am very much attached, so I will have no qualms of him getting hanky panky somewhere else. Yet I offer the shoulder and ears of an understanding girlfriend. Ahhh….
We were friends, best partner and buddy, so platonic. I did wonder whether J was gay. However he proved that he wasn’t a bit gay. =) Sometimes, I do feel like a cushion that absorbs the momentum of loneliness of these so-called guys.

Singledom of the Singletons

My weekend was spent driving around KL alone, watching movie alone, having snacks and brunches alone, and singing in the car alone. I actually enjoy the freedom of being on my own, although I do long for companionship at times. With Jack on the other part of the country, I am still learning to cope with the singleton status. Somehow when I ponder into the lives of single women I know, I actually relish the idea of having no one to contradict your idea of a nice weekend. My colleague, S, for example, has aged over the big three-ooh for a woman. Yet she enjoys her weekly retail therapy over at IKEA to get over her distant relationship. Her insistence to carry on with her bachelor life is somehow astounding, and earned my due respect.

pC Fairy yippee!!

Last weekend I went to KLCC (the convention centre, not the cuci-mata centre) for one of the most awaited event of the year, the PC Fair. Organised by PIKOM, I found that this time the organisation of the whole event itself is just so successful. The location is definitely another yes for years to come, not to mention the crowd. I was lucky I wasn't infected by all the 'hazardous material', outragous B.O, and octopusses. Haa?? Octopusses??? Yup. Some 'humans' just can't seem to get their 'tentacles' down to themselves. Jeessh!!!

Bought a cool MP3 player cum driver. I was scoring for the pretty Sony one, but the price will choke my bankers.

Then monday came.....
It's not that I have a certain perceptions towards the day monday (or it will kill me everytime!!), I have always liked mondays. This monday, I was looking forward to the Korean serial drama, Full House starring Song Hye Gyo (From th Autumn series) and Rain Bi, the handsome hunk which the The Star wrongly quote as RING today.

Hazy Tuesday

It was 3 pm. I was busy talking on the phone when my colleague, Mr. Know-It-All, waved frantically. He was waving out, you see, so I wasn't really corresponding on what he was doing then. Only after I finished my phone conversation do I realised that the sky was as dark and murky as Sungai Rejang and as gloomy as my boss when the budget wasn't ready on time. A

Although my office is comprised of 70% windows, I wasn't aware of the dorky weather outside. The haze was just like the 1997 Sarawak haze, which I particularly remember because the CM declared a state of emergency and made the whole week a holiday. Which was a yippee then. But haze? In Putrajaya??

To be continued...

graduates.com

No...
They didn't pay me for this snippet in my blog. Why would they anyway? I'm not Kenny Sia or xiaxue. Not even the minishorts.

Went to register myself in graduates.com. And I just found out that my sweet, simple, elementary school is in the list. Hehehe... But then, anyone can add in their school, any school,
any given day.

So feel free to get in contact with your former mates here at www.graduates.com.

Sudokulistic

I began to look forward to The Star every day now. They have this puzzle called Sudoku, with a cover story last Sunday, I think. It's quite an addictive puzzle, frankly speaking, once you have solved the first. The rule is easy; every row, every column of every 3x3 box must contain the numbers 1 to 9 exactly and only once.
Just leaf through the Section Two of The Star, or surf www.thestaronline.com for further info. Or you can also go to www.sudoku.org.uk for the puzzle archive. The latter's site is not much of a website, just a few things here and there, and also a blog for the sudokulist, heheh..

Yesterday, while preparing a nice sumptuous dinner, Criz mentioned that I always managed to hook up all the cute guys in class. But never stay long enough with them. I just realised that I don't really have the guts to keep the cute guys. They will eventually get on my nerve, and in the end I would struggle to quit the relationship...

Cute guys are nice to see, nice to hold. Once hooked, you're the one considered sold. Not them. I was (and still) close with two of the most sought-after guys in the batch, without the strings attached. One might say that I was attracted to them physically. I admit it was true for the first one. He wasn't cute, he was the handsome type. And I guess we both went out for that reason. I was the popular girl, and he was THE guy. Darn him! He almost kissed me! Wished he did...

Melancholia

Sometimes I feel that it is better to die,
when hope is frail and love is so far.
To lose faith, I shall not.
But to stay strong, I am afraid.

What is there for me, God?
Is this a test or just another passerby?
Am I just one of his lovers aplenty?
Or am I destined to share his soul?
Why can't he make up his mind?
Why can't I have this happy moment last?

I love him,
I love him not.
He loves me,
He loves me not.

No one to share with,
No one to confide in.
Where would I stand?
Am I the diamond,
or another grain in the sand?
Am I the star, that brightly lit the sky?
Am I the dark sweet night,
lulling him to sleep with my lullaby.

Will I be forgotten, like the the lost city in the sea.
To be discovered when all is left are ruins.
To live I feel heavy,
To die I would sin.
To love I have plenty,
To receive I have yet one.
To whom I shall cry?

For I find solace in no one but you.
My life is stark darkness without you.
But for how long?

Blogging My Mind

When I first started this blog (or should I say, when I first fill in the empty spaces), I wasn't anticipating for people to read it. Even now. Only if you happens to stumble upon this simple piece, then you are most welcomed to read it. My blog is nothing like Kenny Sia's, whos blog is a daily ritual, my breakfast. I love his entries, but I wouldn't emulate him. Nor will I blog like minishorts, another of my favourites.

Well, some might ask then, what's the point of publishing my thoughts, my activities, racy and clean, politically incorrect some would say, on the net? I could be charge, ya know... I'm bound to the rules of ethics.

Answer: I like to see them on the net. That's all folks!

TGIF

I have always been slow on Fridays. Working like there's no end is not appealing to me. Yet I dunno how I ever end up where I am today.

Boss is on leave, without informing me. And HE assigned me a task which needed to be completed by Monday. The input is with him and I just struggle to make do with what I have.

Yesterday on my way back from work the workshop called. Informed me that the repair works would cost me around RM10k and above... Yikes!!! And I wouldn't have a car for the next 3 months or so... =( I mean, how could a repair be so expensive. It is already one-third the cost of my car! And mine is a malaysian car. Supposedly to be very cheap with more than enough spare parts available. Aaaarrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel so lifeless, so hopeless...

My Ikan Blues...

Funny huh... but my car, a blue Kelisa (blink blink) met with an accident last week. The worst part was that it was not driven by me. Much, much worst is that it's beyond recognition. My fren sure have his luck hanging there when he was pulled out of the wreckage.

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness disappear
You were brought from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you fly so comfortly...

So difficult to explain how wrecked my heart was when I saw the remains of my bluejack... (yup, that's what I called him)...

Monday Pinkies

Should have retitled it as Monday blues... Ahh well... The weekend have been slowww. Not much activity compared to a few weeks ago, when life was just a piece of simplicity.
Been waiting for something to happen last Friday, as it was a Friday the 13th! Scaring myself with silly horror movies...
Started to visit the pool at my apartment for a quick swim. Few laps per day would do good, so Criz, my hommie says. So after a sombre service at SFX Petaling Jaya, I tapau lunch and headed back home for a lazy Sunday.
Liverpoolians must have been in a jolly good mood after beating the Astons...

"My country is the world, and my religion is to do good."

To write up everything you're thinking of might as well expose half of your brain. Well, in a sense that you are opening up to the world that is not your own. I would sum up my venture into blog-writing as a new hobby (that I hope would not go into the drain like others...). Hope others who are more experienced can give me a glimmer of hope...