posted on Tuesday, June 12, 2007

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Labels: musec

you know, people mostly from my religion used to say that
the faith we are into is great, because we don't pray to stone.
i have been itching to say back, since when i was a kid,
that every religion seemed to be praying to stone, really.

we, the muslims, may also be interpreted kowtowing to a rock.
trace the direction of where 5-times-a-day prayers are headed to.
of course, our god is not the (cubic) stone. neither are the gods other
people are believing in. worshipping requires a medium, anything
they could relate to when praying to/communicating with their god(s).

god is everywhere and that's a better answer to a singlish lame joke:
ah-mat: (saying something that questions ah-beng's thoughts)
ah-beng: no lah, where got?!
ah-mat: god('s) upstairs lah.
i find the senario funny yet sad. ah-mat tried to correct ah-beng's
bad usage of language by making a lame remark of it but he was also
making a fool of himself. god's upstairs?! that's enlightening.

i think life isn't about comparing whose religion is more pure
but more of accepting the fact that we are living with many people
of different beliefs, like it or not. also, please know a difference
between religion and politic, even though both seem to be fused
together so well when there's a propaganda behind the message.

Labels: politics, skinny god's sermon

managed to scrape what's left in the old pc that was given to my cousin.
most of the files were originally from my 'lost' nokia 6230 phone ages ago;
images which were mostly abstracts and videos that supposed to be funny.
kinda miss my old phone, or rather the functions of it. yea, most probably.

well, i'm sort of waiting for my sis to get a new phone cos she claimed
that she'll give me the one she's currently using. it's a good phone, i shall say.
i don't really know or give a shit what model it is as long as it has these:

1) mp3 player; my player had just died in the washing mashine. it sucks when
there's no music playing in my head, especially during long trips to school.

2) mp4 player; i love comedy and used to have lots of them in the 6230 hp.
it a "must-have"; an instant mood lifter, even though the effect is short term.

3) camera; making silly videos and of course, shooting abstracts.

4) calendar organiser; let's just say my brain has limited space for memory.

5) alarm; ok, all hp these days have alarms BUT i can only respond to few.
don't know why and there's got to be other reason than the ringtone, i hope.

6) external memory (drive); to me, internal memory sucks, no matter how big
it is, cos datas can be lost 'permanently' should anything happen to the phone.

just realised that my hp line plan has already ended, which means that i could
get a better offer when buying a hp if i wanna extend the plan. don't really
think that i would change my number unless someone is stalking me.

these are two videos taken during year one. the board games like 'risk'
seemed cool and even russel peter's racist jokes were considered hilarious.
jun teck, shafi, and i were staying over at ashuk's place. i was wearing
the 'cute' mask mostly throughout the night and i was winning the game.
so pardon my one-night-insanity and the poor quality of the video.
what the fuck do you expect? 6230 was 'the thing' then, you know.

Labels: entertainment, really nothing to talk about

last day of itp has been somewhat... odd.
it was only today that the confusion of love-hate relationship
between me and work (colleagues and tasks) finally set in.


good shits:

- aeroplanes; i see them take-off and land every day.
i have never got sick of it. still amazed at how such mass is able to
be lifted off and fly in the air. favourite model is B777-200. = )

- flight attendants; silk air stewardesses are hotter than sia. trust me.
slk's uniform is more simple but it's more down to earth. ok-ok, i can't
find any description that's apt. maybe i'm into simple stuff. couldn't really
deny that sia's is kinda sexy. the slit is so high up. (not that i wanna see
or something but... i just noticed it unintentionally. long story, i shall say.)

- pilots; friendly and humble ones could inspire you a lot.

- engineers; good people to talk to even though the chance of me
being one is lower now because i'm trying out for other aviation job.

- inspections; no more behaving like one big ass in front of the
staff at the gates and aprons. aww.. gonna miss that chance. haha.

- flexible attire; polo tees are acceptable, really.

- related to my course; aviation rules la, ya dey.

- access to the transit; might be one of the best place to have
your meal. the service is well... better than those in town.

- colleagues; they are great. my gpa is the lowest - 3.41. fuck.


bad shits:

- mundane office work sometimes; can't escape from it.

- slow days; may seem good, but i prefer a more happening environment.

- i don't get any A for my weekly report and that sucks big time.

- politics and i don't see a need to explain further.

so-so-so. that's it. i'm actually relieved now.
somehow i'm glad it's over - the internship, i mean.
school starting this monday at 8 in the morning. another fuck.

Labels: itp

Labels: bike license, really nothing to talk about

it didn't take long for me to glance through today's newspaper until something
from the obituaries section caught my eyes for a moment. there, was a photo
of quite an attractive lady, published in a notice of her death. what actually
held me to read her obit was mainly because of our similar age. she was
smiling to the camera, and frankly then i really hoped that she'd be in heaven.

you see, people - or is it just me - don't really give a shit about what the person
had done (especially ones we didn't like) once he/she passed away. period.
i can't deny i disliked my late grandpa when he was alive but things changed
as i realised maybe he needed some respect, or love, before (and after) he left.
maybe it applies to all, that nobody wants to be alone upon reaching death.

so if you still have that hatred towards the dead, that's got to be a problem
and i really feel sorry for you. moving on isn't hard to any degree. trust me.
all you have to do is take a deep breathe and just let it go. move on. i did.

Labels: skinny god's sermon

apparently my maid has gotten into some urban shiseido competition.
she told me to publicise about it, of which i (had to) willingly accept.
i thought it's best to put it in my blog, instead of spreading it to the rest
through msn, where i'll have to tell my friends who she is... who she is to me...
what she's doing... what is the competition about... what's urban shiseido...

i don't know much about the competition, much less about urban shiseido.
you didn't check out all about taufik/hardy's life before voting, right?
if it's a talent competition, then i guess we just have to go for that quality.
you wouldn't want gurmit to keep saying,"this is a TALENT competition".

ok ok. don't sidetrack. it's a make-up contest.
simply put - they put it on, they posed. you like her/them, you vote.
come to think of it, the last time i voted via sms was 3 years back.


a group shot that was in the april 5th straits times urban.
melissa is the one in red with the buddha rosary,
standing on the extreme right.

so-so-so, vote for melissa!

just text
UrbanShiseido<space>5<space>YourNRIC<space>YourName
to 77877

10 voters get to win $500 shiseido hamper each!
each sms costs 20cents. terms and conditions apply.

Labels: entertainment