first and foremost, i would like to credit both Mohd Rased bin Haji Said and Maimunah bte Haji Azis for bringing me into this world. 9 months and a few days. yes. thats a long time for someone to be carrying me in her womb. suffering. anxiety attack. yes. all that shits. thanx. for sticking through the bad and good. mom and dad. you are heaven-blessed.
i wore glasses since i was 9. 1995. yes. that was the year i got my first pair. i can't seem to remember the description. most probably gold rimmed. yes. i had class. had. before. not now. now i just settle for anything. anything that suits my face. yes. i'm ironic. and pretty contradictory at times. i can never settle for second best. i always never backs down without a fight. yes. i hate to lose. but if i have to, i would graciously step down. there you go. my ironicite is acting up. i know.
music wise. im pretty incline. yes. i can sing. i can dance. i can play instruments. though i'm a Jack of all trade, i'm not really that good. on an average level. i love to groove. alot. yes. but not always. and damn. i love to irritate my pals with my singing. its not really good and at times, pisses them off. yes. i'm Star's annoying voice. sarcasm use to be in my blood. have the tendency to just dish it out. anyone. anywhere. yes. cruel to the eye.
i hate my feelings. yes. them. that mix reaction. an attack of anxiety. the sad. the happy. the downright feeling of swimming in a pool of mud. nah. shit. dungs. yes. hate it. will come anytime. and it scares me. yes. cause i won't be sure of it. if i think i'm sad, i will not be. if i think i'm happy, i will not be. not be. will not be. contradiction. at times i just forget about it. yes. being ignorant. i know some people tend to have this philosophy. ignorance is bliss. i tried applying them. what does it do? zilch. nothing. yes. nothing. cause i'm drawn to it. yes. im a drawer. i love to eat that apple. that forbidden fruit we call temptation. at times i'm successful. yes. but most of the time? correct. one minute i'm telling myself no. and the next. what did i do? peeling off the skin.
i love to sleep. yes. anytime. anywhere. if i'm comfortable where i am. that's my mat. sleeping mat. to doze and in la la land. yes. i love it. my pals hate it. especially during the movies. yes, ladies and gentlemen. i slept in the cinema. no use hiding the fact. think about it. dark place. cooling atmosphere. no one to disturb. good movie. perfect. yes. the last few movies. with my friends. even with a girl beside me. i would just rest my elbow on the resting pad and with my palm on my cheek. i purchase the ticket. the announcement on the air. "All aboard! Next stop: La La Land!" take me away.

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Monday, March 26, 2007

had a memorable day on Saturday. its like. everything falls into place. well, not all. the place where we normally shoot pools were crowded. what can you expect on a Saturday evening? and Coffee Bean? don't make me start on that place. found the right one. beside Paragon. it was perfect. too perfect. but. the Oreo Cheesecake wasn't there. isnt there. zilch. dammit. she wanted it. i want to try it. how ironic. its times like this that will make me pretty upset. but she kinda make it alright. at least we got to taste that Kuih Doraemon as she nicely put it. she was chocolate, mine was cheese. don't ask me why.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. what can i say about this 4 lovable reptile? i had half-expected this movie to be an average kind of movie with no bite. i was wrong. dead wrong. honestly, in my opinion. the best CGI movie ever produced. (in your face, all you other CGI movies.) me and my cousins has always been debating on who is who. yes. we are kids. i enjoy Michaelangelo's humourous antics. i admire Donatello's intelligence. i was awed by Raphael's Alpha Male persona. but i was most intrigued wit Leonardo's calibre. juggling the role of a leader and big brother to the three turtles. i wonder what will happen if they did have Be-Bop and Rock Steady?

taxi drivers. you love them. you hate them. you hate them so much. there are many complaints about them. and not any good word. funny how someone who devote their time. 6 to 12 hours per day just to drive you to locations at a snap of a finger. with a price. can drive you up the wall. yes, there are inconsiderate few. the degenerate one. who will cut your lane without signalling. stop infront of a traffic light just to clean his glasses. step on the gas as and when he likes it. spewing colourful languages if they are in one of their moods. yes. this is the life. welcome to it. taxi drivers with their attitudes. each time i flag down a cab. each time i felt i was late. each time i felt the need to rush to a certain location. i knew my life will be in their hands. in danger. in heaven. in a place where i least expect. in oblivion. in limbo. yes.

i tried my best to be friendly to them. to be courteous. to be my alter ego. i will start with the ever how are you questions and if they just started the shift. the friendly ones will be polite and reply to my questions with ease. the talkative ones will ran off with that question and ends with something different. its crazy. madness. the shitty ones will just be like the normal ignorant citizens. heck care. bo chap. i don't blame them. few hours into the job and still not enough to pay the day's rent can be pretty disheartening. how i wish it was the passengers driving not them. but i wish too much. wishful thinking.

i miss her. dammit. why God? why i feel for her?


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