*looks out the window*

sometimes, it's best leaving things unsaid.
because you don't need another voice in your head

me and public transportation

taxi, station, ktm, salak selatan, wrong rapid, back to station, train to tasik selatan, wrong lrt to sungai besi, finally on my way to plaza rakyat, train ticket just fucks with the machine, held by personnel for 10 minutes, got into wrong bus heading to johor instead of kedah, got down in time, boarded the right bus.

am home now. i need car.

i miss my CAP
...and yea, you too

hey

i might never win your heart,
but im gonna win your smile,
and i'll give it back to you,
don't ever lose it again. k?

another manic monday

had deeparaya on the last day of syawal. kick-ass awesome event. people, sorry i couldn't help out with the preparations. i was busy, breaking a personal record. hahahah. though i did stay till the very end. the food was great, and there was plenty of it. that ended with a lot of tahpau-ing in the end. zahrul did an amazing job on the keyboard, playing "my heart would go on" and "what i've done". then we had wafi on the guitar and pian on the mic, doing an accoustic raya song. lecturers had their share with the karaoke. me? came in a buttonless black baju melayu and brown khakis and was being the elephant in the room i suppose. which lead to being called to karaoke in front. damn. haha. thanks fa, i owe you one.

beating 6.05

im gona need :

1. time
2. new non asthmatic lungs
3. new leg muscles
4. new shoes
5. to lose weight
6. rain....maybe...just maybe. heh

please, let me be wrong on this one.
i still want my buddy for the next 7 years

why don't i have this in my inbox

It is the summertime in some small coastal European village. The place is deserted. There is a gloom in the air. Troubled economic times have left everyone in debt. The town folk live entirely on credit.

One day, an affluent tourist comes into town. He goes to the only hotel, lays a E100 (RM500) note on the reception desk, and asks to inspect the rooms in order to choose one.The hotel owner grabs the money and runs to pay his debt to the grocer. The grocer takes the money and runs to pay his debt to the farmer. The farmer takes the money and runs to pay his debt to the supplier of his pesticides and fuel.The supplier of pesticides and fuel takes the money and runs to pay the town prostitute who, in these difficult times, has been servicing her clients on credit. The prostitute then runs to the hotel and pays off the E100 she owes for the rooms she rented when she brought her clients there.

The owner of the hotel then places the E100 note back on the reception desk as to not arouse the suspicion of the tourist.Just then, the tourist comes back from inspecting the rooms. He tells the hotel proprietor that none of the rooms were to his liking. He takes his money and leaves.

No one has earned any money and yet the entire town is out of debt. Problem solved. Crisis over.


does this make sense?
i think i see it now

thirty minutes of napping = comedy

2.51pm : went to bed
3.01pm : fara text
3.07pm : back to sleep
3.09pm : bro text
3.16pm : text alia'a
3.26pm : she called

the red plastic cup

went to the market, with people hustling in and out, making their way, minding their own business. amidst all these commotion, a man of silence stood out, a man who did not move like the rest, as he was on the floor, holding a plastic cup, barely half full of coins. what struck me was not how little he earned that day, but how can he escape this?

i hold no grudge, no predisposition, no prejudice against those who can't help but to ignore beggars whenever they pass by one. that coin you toss into the plastic cup might satisfy yourself and you wish to be helpful, or perhaps generous. you might be proud to have aid someone in need of money, to get through the day. you'll have this temporary satisfaction, thinking you've done some good. that "some" is something i would like to question. that "some" means it's only for one day. what about the rest? can you keep giving beggars money for the rest of their lives?

for every ringgit that a beggar obtain, it would make him a more dysfunctional member of the society. donations are meant to do someone a favour, to give someone a kick start, to give him a chance to start anew....NOT TO MAKE A LIVING OUT OF IT. pity isn't something that we should kick out of our nature. pity comes from our humanity, and perhaps, it is one of the thing that makes us humans. but such feeling doesn't last forever. one day, you'll grow tired of seeing how your pity and generosity have worked their way against your true intentions.

"you can give a man a fish, and you'll feed him for a day. if you teach him how to fish, he can feed himself for a lifetime". cliched perhaps, but it still holds a meaning relevant to the present. i don't believe that beggars are incapable of supporting themselves. i do realise that some of them are disabled and handicapped, but i saw a lady selling soft toys, with a chinese book on her lap and a smile on her face that just doesn't seem to fade away even when people aren't buying from her. she was in a wheelchair, with her legs skinnier than her weak arms. the beggar i saw was in exactly the same market as the lady. they were barely a hundred metres away from each other, but they were worlds apart. i have my pity for the beggar for losing his legs, but i have respect for the lady who did something more than holding a cup waiting for help. that's the difference. i don't believe beggars can't work to feed themselves. they just refuse to. self-pity or sloth, it must stop.

is it just me, or the act of holding up a cup resembles the act of waiting for money to fall from the sky?

*smiles

how to find that 75 seconds?

circling the 15th

what spins, involves water, and about to make my life much easier....and more affordable.
i know, i've lost it. i blame chemistry.

off to another run in ten minutes. shit, slept too late today, couldnt catch the sunrise. 5 minutes to the top? next year....watch me.