Archive for June, 2006

Teddy Geiger - For U I Will (Confidence)

Sunday, June 25th, 2006

Seriously, if anybody knows how to attach an mp3 file here, plz tell me how. I just can’t get enuff of Teddy Geiger’s voice ;P

For You I Will (Confidence) Teddy Geiger lyrics

Alright, yeah

I’m wandering the streets, in a world underneath it all
Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
As what I can’t have
Like you and the way that you’re twisting your hair
round your finger
Tonight I’m not afraid to tell you
What I feel about you.

Oh, I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
and cannon ball into the water
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will, For you I will

Forgive me if I st-stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a water bed
Do I seem familiar, I’ve crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.

Oh, I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can’t have
But I’ve got to try
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will, For you I will, For you I will

For you

If I could dim the lights in the mall
And create a mood (yeah) I would
Shout out your name so it echos in every room
Yeah

That’s what I’d do, That’s what I’d do to get through to you, yeah

Oh, I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can’t have
But I’ve got to try
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will, For you I will, For you I will

For you I will

KL - 3rd Rudest City says Readers Digest

Friday, June 23rd, 2006

Malaysians rude? Ehh silap… sorry for the misinformation… KLites rude??

Hehe… It’s hard to quantify and qualitize human characterization in general la kambing. It depends on so many factors that dealing with humans does seem humongously challenging compared to dealing with millions and billions of RM (or USD for that matter - says this sengal engineer). 

Just last Wednesday, we (as in Yda&me) were trapped in the komuter between Seputeh & Salak Selatan stations for approximately 30 minutes. Dready, rainy, dark skies, suffocating… Then the commotion started. A lady just fainted, with us theorizing that it was caused by a lack of air. Those near to her lay her down on the chairs, tried to clear a passage way for her to breathe and did the best they could to accomodate her situation. She actually fainted and did not give any response to those people who were trying to revive her. One guy fanned her with his gf’s newspaper; I was scanning around the sides, trying to locate  an opening to the outside world. The windows had a small pane on the top which can be opened by the passengers if need be. Pointed out those panes to Yda, who asked the people near those windows to try opening them, in the hope of increasing the ventilation of the carriage. People were actually passing up front their mineral waters and ubat cap kapak.

After sometime, and drops of water sprinkled on her face, she was barely awake, but it was progress. Those people asked her where’d she’s going off and took the liberty to check into her handbag for her handphone. They tried dailing the numbers but surprisingly not one picked up. We were in a quandary, who’s going to take care of her once she alight? So the pak cik who co-ordinated the ‘rescue’ attempt picked 3 guys who were heading for Serdang (which was the place she was getting off) to lift her to the platform and a girl to help carry her shoes & handbag. After almost an hour (heh… it felt like a lifetime) of waiting to get to Serdang, the people inside the train were getting concerned about her predicament, wondering what causes her to be that way and how can they help her. She got to Serdang safely, but had to be carried out since she looked extremely weak. I hope she’s alright.

I commend such action taken by those passengers. They were tired after a long day in the office. But they still had the heart to help a person in dire need. Trancending racial divide (peh cm ayat promo dalam brochure Pak Lah wat =P).

It all boils down to needs. So what of a pile of papers being dropped on the streets, who in their right minds would be clumsy enough to drop them? Err… Holding out doors? Don’t you have the strength to open it for yourself? Who asked you to walk like a turtle and then expect me to wait at the door, leaving it open for you? *Rolls around on the floor laughing my ass off*

Hehe… In most Asian countries, not addressing your superiors as such is considered rude, and Westerners call their bosses by their first name. Now who’s being rude here? Rudeness level depends on our preception la dey. Consult your Cultural Anthropology textbooks la kambing.

But I have to agree about the shop keepers. They are essentially rude. Haha. In order for their business to prosper, they need customers. In getting faithful customers, they need to sacrifice some of the ego and at the same time have the descrepancy to know what trancends the expectations of their customers. It’s not too hard to say thank you, and it’s not always neccesary to trail your customers to every nook and corner of your shops. Rimas la weyy… nak decide to buy a bra or not pun payah.

N.T.A.H L.A

Tuesday, June 20th, 2006

What does it takes to lead a good life?

1st class honours, high-demand-with-high-pay post in a multibillion company, people worshipping you, a ticket to demean those less fortunate, gucci bags, chanel attire, yacht holiday… ke?

Or is it doing what your heart leads you, even though it means leading a life alien to others?

What about people’s expectations on you? Does it really matter?

As always, I can only answer, ntah la.

Sian tengok adik sendiri. Bercita-cita mahu meneruskan hidup dengan zoologi. Berjaya mendapat tempat di UKM pula tu. Namun, ayahanda mula menyoal, betulkah itu pilihan hati dia? Betulkah pilihan itu mampu memberi ‘edge’ semasa bergelumang dalam bidang pencarian kerja? Sejauh mana pengkhususan itu boleh mencorakkan masa depannya?

Sekali lagi, ntah la Bah.

Yang kakak tahu, kalau tiada minat, tidak patutlah diikuti. Yeah, she chose a weird course for her tertiary education and seriously I don’t see much of a prospect there. Tapi itu dari pandangan academia sahaja. What I see now, as long as you have a degree, you can join the rat race. And you’re good at selling yourself. She’s stronger than me. I had a head start, she worked her lazy butt out to get to my level. The only similarities between us is that we still got to follow what we feel is right for us. I wanted to be on an oil platform, she wants to play in the jungle.

Heh. Susah ada parents terlibat dalam bidang academia. Makes me wonder why I wanted my Mak as a school teacher.

Pulau Perhentian - 3 Ruang, Sea Bell, Tokong Laut…

Friday, June 16th, 2006

How was diving?

It was… absolutely different from what I’d imagined. =)

Imagine all the people… living in a mundane world, not knowing all the beauty that surrounds them. Hehe. I count myself lucky. I thank God for His blessings. I cannot wait for the next trip.

Though I had to lug the scuba tank to the boat from the dive centre and back again, my left shoulder crying "murderer!!", it did not daunt my spirits. Though  I had to choke on the salty waters, I’d do it anyways just so I could get away from whatever. Though my eyes sting from the rush of salt water into my mask, I’d always cherish the times I had to blow wildly into my mask (I hope no one got that on camera).

The first creature encounter was with the barnicles, which stung my hands, and made it itchy for days on end. Scary? Yeah. Descending into the sea, just you, your equipments and your guts. You can feel the pressure squeezing you, especially in your ears. You take the chance to slowly blow air into your ears, hoping to hear the ‘popping’ sound.

Since we were still all student divers, we gathered on the bottom of the ocean, doing the exercises that were required of us. Ouch. Not the mask clearing!! Once all cleared the skills required, we swam around, looking at the majestic sight just below us. Fishes were every where, minding their own business. Me? Looking out in awe at E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. Vibrant coloursvibrant lifeAll around, for the eyes to feast and the subconcious to appreciate.

I guess the most memorable site was at the Tokong Laut, vis (visibility) was superb. Tokong betul ke? It’s somewhat like a Tokong, rising in a slim piramid to the surface. The corals there were plenty and colourful, full of zest and brimming with creatures. Fishes swam in schools… Baracudas passing solemnly in front of me.

I wished I knew the fishes that I’ve seen. I could have said ‘Hello’. Hehe. Tu laa… When people ask, how was diving, I go blank, because it’s simply undescribable. Seriously. It’s an experience to go through and hold on to when things don’t go your way. Or you just need a paradise to escape to.

Haha… proving Org2 Botak’s point

Thursday, June 15th, 2006

I kinda realized something about myself today. Ok laa… I realized a few significant issues in me. Right now.

The number one being I will never, ever find it in me the ability to appreciate all those people that I’ve met during my years in a boarding school. There’s a sort of ‘gathering’ for the Alumni this weekend, with all the usual kicks that you can find in such occasions. For one, I’ve burnt quite a hole going for my first diving trip, so having to scrouge my pocket for an event that I know I will not appreciate is not in the cards. Sorry girls. I’ve vowed to never be involved in Alumni related activities, no matter what. Seriously. Any activities related to Alumni SSP Kolam Ayer/Cyberjaya, I want no part in it. Even if it means not catching up with the girls. I guess I still blame the school for me being extremely introverted and all the missed chance that I perceived was the doing of the school. Biarlah. I hate the school, but I love my batch, and related teachers. Period.

The number two thing that I’ve come to see in me is my inability to trust new people. I’ve gone through a lot these past couple of weeks, but I’ve basically kept it in. Ntah. If I ever needed to spill my heart, it’s definitely not to the world. Always turning back to the same people. People who now lead separate lives, on a different soil. I wished I could have joined her for the program. Haha. Budus. Hampir2 sahaja kehilangan kemachoan siang tadi. Its a good thing my friend was staring straight into my eyes, seeking my confirmation on my attendance. I forced myself to gulp in my unease, and said ‘yes’. Alahai. I kept telling myself that situation change. I need to change. I need to learn to let go. But how I wished it wasn’t so.

The third thing; I kept questioning why I’ve been thinking of uprooting to another place. KL-Bangi, I have everything under the sun. But I’m still stuck under my parents roof. Haha. Rent free (but I buy the food stuff sekarang), Streamyx, Astro, tukang gosok baju. But… There’s just more to life than the big city. Penat berpusu. Penat maki orang. But what are the real reasons for me to move? Saja get away from everything kot. Not good. It’ll never take me far. Tak ikhlas. Iye ke?

And another, I’m tired of pretending to be friends. There’s just people that I cannot stand for long, I feel drowned!! And nobody freaking noticed. Until I opened my mouth that is.

Never mind… I’ll always have my dive trips to look forward to. Lala~~

Last Man Standing

Sunday, June 4th, 2006

Makin menjadi-jadi. Rasa tak puas hati. Rasa tak boleh jadi. Rasa nak go against the flow.

Bila tok menteri yang arif lagi bijaksana menggunakan totaliran approach towards Amir Mohamad’s Lelaki Komunis Terakhir, makin terpanggil untuk menonton dokumentari yang mendapat rating bosan dari Special Branch Polis Malaysia. Makin nak tahu, makin terputik kembali rasa mendekati sejarah negara (haha after swearing off History Lessons zaman SPM+early uni years).

Keji sangat ke perbuatan memberi nama filem yang konterversi? Hebat betul penangan nama komunis ni. Sama taraf dengan carutan. Mana boleh anak dara sebut. Tak manis. Kurang ajar pada telinga tok menteri. Hai… entahlah. Penat hantar anak-anak bujang dan dara belajar tinggi tapi still tak yakin dengan tahap pemikiran mereka. Sebagai bapa yang prihatin la kononnya tu. Perlu melindungi dari anasir-anasir sesat lagi menyesatkan. Buat apa dasar terbuka, dasar tutup pintu lagi mudah diapplikasikan.

Takpa Amir, you should go on doing what you do. One of these days, orang tua-tua yang pegang takhta akan turun jua. Masa tu if you want to be PM pun I’ll sokong ;P

P/S: any chance for me to get a copy from you?

P.E.A.C.E.F.U.L Labuan

Friday, June 2nd, 2006

Just got back from Labuan. Work requires it ;P From Labuan on to Samarang platform, living out there in the middle of emptiness… and water. On the first day there, one of the guys asked, what was my take on Labuan… my first impression of it. Being blur me, I stared back at him, groping for the right word in my mind. Peaceful. What? Peaceful. A picture of present day KL played in my mind’s eye. Oh yeahhh… P.E.A.C.E.F.U.L is the correct word.

It was wonderful to get out of the stiffling city, with all its millions of people mingling and bumping into each other. Almost fulfilling my definition of H.E.A.V.E.N. The streets were empty save for a few wondering souls (yours truly included). The heat was almost unbearable though but it never became a deterrant to wonder about. It wasn’t just empty of homo sapiens, rubbish wasn’t flying all over the pavement too. Someone told me that the island was clean, but I never imagined it to be empty of strewn rubbish. Hehe.

It’s a given that the population is no where near to KL’s. But what can we say about our forests? Rubbish piled on the sides of the rough tracks of the forests. Why? Is it that heavy to carry out? Then why carry in the first place? Why the need for other people to be responsible for our wastes?

P.E.A.C.E.F.U.L in the sense that I do not meet too many people. P.E.A.C.E.F.U.L being far removed from my comfort zone. P.E.A.C.E.F.U.L as in surrounded by heavenly water. P.E.A.C.E.F.U.L in waking up bright and early and not dreading the day. P.E.A.C.E.F.U.L in the sense that I can get away with wearing sloppy attire and being taken as a student (heh bisaku dapat barang2 murah). Yeah. P.E.A.C.E.F.U.L as in being a total opposite of KL.

P/S: I think I left my soul out there in the South China Sea that’s why my mind can’t seem to think coherently eventhough my body is solidly in front of the pc. Ntah apa2 merapu =P