Sunday, September 30, 2007

close


i woke up rockin' this hair today, curling beautifully at the back. i can't control it. week after week, it changes, as if it took on different personalities.

september was a good month. had never been as sentimental before. but i have one regret; one thing i should've done, but i don't know how to go about it without harboring any uncertainties. truth is, i'm well aware of my weaknesses and i am afraid and feeling pessimistic.

i'm not answering to that name anymore. it's bad enough that i can't walk comfortably with people are staring at me all the time. do you know how it is to be scrutinized by almost every other person on the street for eight fucking years? they don't realize how much it affected me psychologically. i do not deserve this.

wing it

feeling a little adventurous
i gave irrationality one chance
and immediately knew


i left .. feeling
indifferent
like i couldn't care less


and i don't (care)
despite the physical mark
i was free of emotional scars


not sure how i felt about that
being cold as ice
and all that


one thing though
i could still taste it.
not sure how i feel about that




[image not mine, it's from an old dior homme campaign]

Saturday, September 29, 2007

/

1. in the car

i only had an hour of sleep. plus two twenty minute naps.

how are you even awake?

i don't know


2. at a fancy hotel


you should order a drink

nah, it's okay

no one would know

and it's past 7 in sydney now

what if we turn our watches to 7 o'clock?


3. ipoh, walking towards a chinese restaurant

wait, you mean you can't smoke during puasa?


uhm, no.

oh, do u smoke then?

yes he does.

haha. yeap.

he never smokes during work.
but i see cigarettes in his bag.
and sometimes he smells of smoke when he comes into office.



4. while eating

i never see malays in a chinese restaurant. kan?

that's because, you know, they serve pork.

you know, they (malay pedestrians passing along) must be saying, " what is that malay kid
doing eating at a chinese restaurant?"

you and i both. i was eating pork one day when two chinese ladies looked at me as if they were saying "why are you eating that?". i'm chi-nese!

you should've said "it's nice what?"

play.dead.

afraid of what u could become; subversive, intense, difficult; u play stupid. u ask questions knowing very well the answers to them. your eyes widen up in amazement, as if everything were new, as if u were this naive kid with no opinions.


they find u intimidating enough as it is.


try and be nice. remember not to toy with people's emotions.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

speaking of clubs ...

1.
alvy:

The – the other important joke for me is one that's, uh, usually attributed to Groucho Marx but I think it appears originally in Freud's Wit and its Relation to the Unconscious. And it goes like this – I'm paraphrasing: Uh... "I would never wanna belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member." That's the key joke of my adult life in terms of my relationships with women.


2.
alvy:
I was thrown out of N.Y.U. my freshman year for cheating on my metaphysics final, you know. I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me. When I was thrown out, my mother, who was an emotionally high-strung woman, locked herself in the bathroom and took an overdose of Mah-Jongg tiles. I was depressed at that time. I was in analysis. I was suicidal as a matter of fact and would have killed myself, but I was in analysis with a strict Freudian, and, if you kill yourself, they make you pay for the sessions you miss.


3.
alvy:
There’s an old joke. Uh, two elderly women are at a Catskills mountain resort, and one of ‘em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know, and such small portions.” Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life. Full of loneliness and misery and suffering and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly.


4.
alvy:
I though of that old joke, y’know, the, this, this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy. He thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” And the guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much how I feel about relationships. Y’know, they’re totally irrational and crazy and absurd and, but, uh, I guess we keep going through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs.



5.
annie :
It's so clean out here (in hollywood)

alvy:
That's because they don't throw their garbage away, they turn it into television shows.



[quotes from annie hall]

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

fiona apple, love ridden

nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
and i wanna crawl in with you
but i cry instead
i want your warm
but it will only make me colder when its over

Sunday, September 23, 2007

over three weeks past merdeka, this is a little overdue. but have you seen the pertonas ad 'percintaan tan hong ming' ? best merdeka ad i've seen so far, along with the rest of them and those cute school children.

subtle. not at all contrived like some of the ads we've seen the past few years.



they don't see colors, those children kan ?

Friday, September 21, 2007

i won't even bother explaining

do you see STUPID flashing on my forehead ?
or are you just messing with me knowing i'd just let it pass ?
fucker.

no need to beat around the bush, seriously
i may be young
but i wasn't born yesterday

Thursday, September 20, 2007

spree

guess what i came across last weekend? a 34. you've got to be kidding me. 34! the only item in whole store in that size (to compare, the smallest size available at zara is 38). fits like a charm. unbelievably cheap as well, just 2/3rd of what that black shirt costed me.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

natalia and raquel

i remember flipping through a magazine a couple of months ago where i came across a calvin klein ad. i don't really know how to explain it, but it has got to be one of the most beautiful ad i have ever seen. i don't what it is about certain things that makes me react and feel certain emotions. it's not just another photograph.

while i'm not that into fashion photography (uhm, at the very least, i don't see myself doing it), i have to admit that it takes a lot of effort and talent from designers, the clothesmakers, photographers and ad-agency-people, among others, to pull together something of this merit. you just can't discredit hard work and perfectionism.
it always shows.


another brilliant calvin klein ad (actually this one's for ck calvin klein). loving their minimalist clothes.

...

?yellow > hi !

+purple >hi ..

and.just.like.that.


Sunday, September 16, 2007

malaysia turns fortyfour today


if i had one wish, one thing i could do for the country ... it's to rid our universities of (the unconstitutional) AUKU. wishful, i know. something is clearly amiss when our local graduates don't have a mind if their own. i imagine things were a lot dandier in the sixties. comparing old graduates to new ones ... to put it crudely, we're cultivating ourselves to embrace stupidity.


http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsa/n5ctrl/progs/07/hardtalk/albar13sep.ram

"If you follow a certain religion, like you are a member of a certain club, you are subjected to certain rules. When you want to get out from that club, then you must make sure you follow that rule in getting out of it." - syed hamid albar, on converts.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

i have an urge to splurge.

i had another look at them again. they're grey and black, with turquoise lining. material : (grey) felt. yeap. felt! it's pretty much what i'd go for these days, minimal but a little unusual, monochrome with a splash of color. yeah. plus i carry a felt bag to work.

but i convinced myself that it might look a little bulky on me, and i left without even trying them on. i should go for something that i'd wear (a lot). and then i remember this camper beauty:

there's a crudeness to this that i really like: the expression of the sewn parts, the resolved simplicity of the 'lace', and the minimal cutting required. it's all rather 'brute' no?

heh.
i have an urge to splurge.
on shoes and pants.
as if you hadn't spent enough on your glasses dude.


i haven't smoked at all this week, and had just one cup of coffee. no issues. so i was right all along, i'm not addicted.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

hari ini.

i am so going to pasar ramadhan today.

it's been four years. how deprived is that?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

lucky fuck.




my first real project.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

tag

saya di-tag oleh se+an untuk menyenaraikan perkara2 berikut, dalam bahasa malaysia:


5 BeNdA DaLaM bEg SaYa
* antologi cerpen murakami
* kotak rokok yang kosong
* cakera (pancaran?) USB
* pil tahan sakit dan pil sakit kepala
* pemegang kad

5 bEnDa DaLaM bEg DuIt SayA
* lesen memandu
* kad nama
* resit
* kad kredit
* kad pelajar (haha)

5 bEnDa FaVeReT dALaM bIlIk BujAnG sAYa
* jam tangan
* kamera nikon FM-2n
* pakaian (yang teramat banyak)
* komputer riba powerbook g4 (yang teramat lembab)
* gambar-gambar

5 PeRkArA yAnG sAYa NaK lAkUkAn
* menonton filem "love and honour"
* membeli sepasang kasut, ataupun dua pasang
* mahu mintak naik gaji (seratus peratus?)
* ataupun, berhenti kerja haha
* merokok sampai mati

5 PeRkArA yAnG sEdAnG dIlAkUkAn
* memotong kuku
* membelek majalah
* melayari internet
* berehat
* berfikir, sama ada mahu berhenti atau tidak

5 OrAnG yAnG sAyA nAk TaG ?
*shaq
*flutter
*iyra
*kish
*ajjie

a symphony


a breezy morning just before sunrise. comfortably cruising. the trees and streetlights playing a symphony; of stroboscopic patterns on the tarmac. and then it drizzled. droplets on the windshield; wash away, sorrow. dried leaves leaving home, carried by the wind, dancing towards the light, towards freedom.

Friday, September 07, 2007

trying out new things


i got a haircut last weekend. in lieu of my posting diarrhea in past weeks i might as well just write about it. tread with caution, tis a vain post.

finally found a place that i'm comfortable with. it's nearby home, and the service is good. you know how you always feel like they're trying to rip you off? this place isn't like that at all.

surprised the fella who cut my hair remembers my name. i was only there once before. suspect it might've been because of what i said "do whatever you want. but i'd like something a little funky". hence the green-ish hawk.

we were talking about trying on new things. so he gave a more unusual haircut this time. it felt a little strange at first. i usually cover up my massive forehead with whatever little hair i have, but benny buzzed everything off beyond the frontline. haha.

but i do like the do. maintenance free. woke up today and took a picture with my phone, just for the sake of it. i look pretty healthy there. somehow i look really young in my newer shots. ha ha.

it's only a haircut. but is it really just so? i ain't hiding behind the hair anymore. know what i'm saying?

10 mm foam, dried leaves, worn steel

you know what i miss?





frangipani croissant and a perfect cup of latte from brunetti's. at 7 a.m.



walking along this path. season after season, year after year.



the sound of the trams as they pass through.





a sense of time and place.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

faiz and sue

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

2 a.m.

floodgate opened
i burst into tears.

after a week or so
of crying
without them


perhaps ..
i have been punished enough

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

all grown up. sorta.

agu2

agu1


kids. gotta love em.

photographs taken on: january 2006 and june 2007.

Monday, September 03, 2007

*

i was always able to take the positive side of things. even when i'm not really okay. but i wore it out, the take-it-positively-thing. when i perhaps need it the most. and i'm really not okay.


perhaps i am more sentimental than i gave credit for
(putting reza salleh as the blog's song kinda gave it away no?)
but i guess that's a good thing .

no. no.
it is a good thing.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

plastics

this is what i really want:

black asymmetrical plastic frames. unfortunately, i don't believe they're selling these just yet.



these are great as well:

classic-ly rectangular, just as i like em. they fit brilliantly. logic would conclude that this is the perfect pair for me. i'd be the new wave le corbusier.



but i got these instead:


there's something about them that's rather unusual. plastic frames usually look rather bulky and heavy, but these
frames are very crisp-looking in real life. the sides taper to a prominent triangular shape.

i've never looked nerdier.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

found this on wiki:

"Some studies have suggested a significant correlation between creativity and bipolar disorder. However, the relationship between the disorder and creativity is still very unclear.[2][3][4] One study indicated increased striving for, and sometimes obtaining, goals and achievements.[5]"

not implying anything. i just find it interesting.

gesture

those simple gestures
made all the difference.

kindness resonates
and i become that happy kid.

at least temporarily