Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I watched the movie by accident. My brother got it downloaded because of the title. He loves car anyway and thus, such a title would attract him. He told me that a Gran Torino is a super car something like Mustang. If you are into car, you surely know better than I do myself.
I would have to say that it is a movie full with driving emotion. While I laughed at the jovial, interesting, vulgar conversation the casts have, I was also moved to tears, except that I did not cry for goodness sake! A merit shall be credited to the scriptwriter!!! Whoever you are, I just love your work damn much! Beautiful and evocative lines you got there. Each touches me rather deeply.
Hey, but, man, Gran Tarino is a superb movie. I hate to say that it might be better than 2012. it is about Walt, (what a coincidence huh? I am known as Walt too) an Englishman folk who is a Korean war Veteran become a fast friend with Thao, a Hmong, a race that one may find somewhere in Tibet, Korea and Vietnam. Their friendship is what I call THE FRIENDSHIP!! I would not spill all the bean here. Read up the synopsis of the movie yourself. Google it and you would be amused by its humble review. What are you waiting for? Watch it now, fellas!!
In case you guys are wondering, during weekdays, there would be nobody at home for lunch. But, the table would be fully occupied for dinner after everyone reaches home from work after 5pm. So, dinner is the get-together time for my family. Sometimes with the exception for my mum who at times would have to work for an evening shift. In that case, my mum would prepare the main dish before leaving for work. The rest, I'll get it ready. And if she is around, it would be like a kind of son-and-mum collaboration for dinner preparation.. Every dish is of the highest quality and flavor, prepared well and presented in an artful manner.
I love the idea of eating at home because the gourmet that is prepared might not be available even at any 5-star hotel. The hygiene is there. The quantity is there. A complete package under one roof that is affordable and simply delicious. The quality is beyond any doubt minus the exquisite table manner that is required at any lavish or posh eatery places.
At 5.20p.m, I would be expecting my sister, my brother-in-law and my father to be around. And yeah, my brother Arthur who appears from nowhere. LOL... They are hungry of course after a-day work. Dinner time would be our quality time. Sharing jokes and not so often, you might as well expect a deafening silent at the table.. Hahaha..
Next, the dish-washing. Again, I would not let my sister to do that. Even most of the times, there would be a struggle between my brother-in-law and I to wash the pot, the plates, the forks and the spoons, I would ensure that I am the first at the washing area. After all, I have nothing else to do right? They have been working for all day long and they need some rest. I CANNOT treat my own house like a hotel. This is on of my contributions to the family. Furthermore, their two darling princesses needed them much more than I do.
Well, the kitchen routine would normally end at 7pm. I would leave the kitchen all shiny and ever ready for our next meal.
Whom to be blamed? My mum for her excellent culinary skill? My father for his exquisite cooking talent? The freeze that is cramped with an array of frozen food? My sister and my brother-in-law who bring fast food home? My brother Arthur who enjoys frying fries or nuggets or hot dogs in the middle of the night? Or my simply irresistible temptation?
I can hardly recall when was the last time I experienced growling stomach ever since I reached home. In fact, on my second day in Sibu, the first thing that we did was marketing. Making a stop at almost every stall. Emptying Sibu Central Market was what it seemed to be.
I was showered with question like "What do you want to eat?" "You like this, don't you?" "Mummy will buy this. How do you want it to be cooked?" "Emm, you must be longing for this. Tauke aa, get me a kilo of this." Those sorts of things.. Hahaha..
My parents would never fail to make me feel at extreme comfort. Even at the age of 23, I would get whatever I want. Just say it and it shall be prepared for. Furthermore my brother is home. Everyone is home. My mum would ensure we eat RICHLY for each meal. Though she would be working either for morning, afternoon or night shift, she would make sure that she has prepared something on the table. My brother and I wake up to only enjoy each of her scrumptious homecook food. Mummy, aba, Ida, ad, thanks!!!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Our guest has finally left. What shall I do next? Hmmm.. I remember that I have promised my brother that I will be watching 2012 with him. Well, maybe last night was the night to fulfill that promise. Unexpectedly, my brother-in-law decided to join the two of us for the movie. How can I resist? It simply meant that, the movie would be for free.. Hahahaha... And not for the movie alone.. Adrian treated us at McD.. A combo each.. Thanks!!!!
And I must tell you that I am so much in 2012-after-effect-mode. I love everything about the movie. So, though my steamboat dinner was replaced with 2012 movie, it was not just a replacement.. 2012 ROCKS!!!!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Dulu, Kau Pernah Berjanji Pada Diriku
Untuk Menjaga Dan Menyayangiku
Itu Bererti Sampai Akhirnya
Kini, Kau Ingin Kembali Pada Hatiku
Setelah Kau Pergi Meninggalkanku
Memberi Kesempatan Dirimu
Haruskah Aku Percaya
Segala Yang Kau Ucapkan
Kata Kata Maafmu, Kata Kata Memohon
Untuk Kembali Kepadaku
Meski Cintaku Padamu
Lebih Dari Yang Kau Tahu
Namun Mengerti Kasih
Tak Semudahnya Itu
Melupakan Yang Telah Kau Lakukan Padaku
Untuk Memikirkan Yang Terbaik
Cinta Jadi Dilema
Pergi Ataupun Kembali
Anyway, I was having fun packing last evening. I shall give a credit to my roomate Sapri. He will be staying here throughout the holiday. So, I don't have to trouble myself packing everything. I have to only prepare myself for my journey home. I am indebted to you, Sap! Thanks, mate!!
I am currently listening to Dato Siti's songs from her successful Konsert Satu!! So mesmerised by Destinasi Cinta, Ku Milikmu, Debaran Cinta and so many others! Will never be bored with her superb vocal performance.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I hereby declare that SEMESTER 1, 2008/2009 is officially closed!!! Exam is OVER... Yahuuuu.. Preparing myself for my journey home...
Though I know that I shall celebrate my last few serene moment in UKM with merriment, there is a lot of unfinished businesses that are left unattended, leaving one or two broken souls unhealed and impaired. But, those would be troubling my now peaceful soul.
I will never look back this time. Those things are REALLY not worth remembering and mentioning. I have TONNES and TONNES of better things to do. Will not spoil my beautiful moment with those wicked nuisance and loathsome nonsense.
I have a mixture of feeling leaving this semester. Lots of things happened. Too many things. I have always wanted to be home so that I could forget each unpleasant event and wipe those dim-witted, despicable, indecent memories from my mind.
When I come back for the new semester approximately a month later, I want to restart anew! I want my new semester to begin with new enthusiasm and new spirit. I shall not live with my past. No matter what has taken place this semester, good or bad, I shall learn from each. Repeating the same mistake I dare not. I will be more and EXTRA careful in choosing whom shall I walk with next time around. Will never again leave anything to chances. I have had enough.
Happy holiday everyone. I know you would surely have a good time with your loved ones. And yeah, I am truly sorry if I have ransacked your life. My bad.. Haha.. (This apology, however is to only those deserving ones) Ta..
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
be forever thanked and praised.
Love, worthy of all celestial and terrestrial love!
Who, out of infinite love for me,
didst assume our human nature,
didst shed Thy most Precious Blood in the cruel scourging,
and didst expire on a shameful Cross
for our eternal welfare!
Now illumined with lively faith,
with the outpouring of my whole soul
and the fervor of my heart,
I humbly beseech Thee,
through the infinite merits of Thy painful sufferings,
give me strength and courage
to destroy every evil passion which sways my heart,
to bless Thee by the exact fulfillment of my duties,
supremely to hate all sin,
and thus to become a Saint.
Mun ko bait, aku akan berkali-kali jadi lebih bait dari kau.. Aku akan polah whatever it takes to make your world an astonishing place, to make every passing second an astounding one.. And when I do it, do not question my sincerity because I do it with all of my heart. Seikhlas hati and willingly, genuinely and truthfully.
BUT, NEVER EVER UNDERESTIMATE ME! Mun kau polah taik dengan aku, jangan ko ingat aku tok naive gilak.. I could turn your world upside down. I could make this world a hellish place for you. Enough said. Blah..
Monday, November 9, 2009
While I am prominently labeled as an out-going person, I am not as confident as few others simply because I have little to showcase. Undoubtledly, I can't dance. can't sing too. So, the only avenue I could stage my 'talents' is when I am left unattended. Haha.. Of course I would ensure that I have closed the curtain.. Keeping only myself as the viewer. I am still keeping my sanity though!! Who wants to be a laughing stock? Do you? I wanted not to.. Hahaha.. That's why, it is a must to double check that the door has been securely locked and I shall leave no mess or any trace of evidence that would get me caught..
Yea, at times, I often secretly wish that I can dance, I can sing, I can rap, I can do just about anything; an all-rounder person I mean. I am still in search for what I am realy good at. Since I am not a sportman too, what other fields would certainly suit my soul? The search is unlikely to reach an end.Thus, while imagining I am good at either one, I keep it behind a closed door.
You can now probably imagining me doing all sorts of things when I am all by myself. Yea.. Dancing, boogieing, singing, pretending that I am playing football in the middle of the field, pretending that I have scored a goal or perhaps pretending that I am on air, hosting a live TV show or at least pretending to be the sports commentator.. Audible enough to my ear. Perhaps those who stay next door might be able to listen to my craps.. Pardon me neighbour! So much like a kid does, huh?? Living in an imaginary world.
But, I am not building any castle in the air because, well, I enjoy those private moment endlessly! I feel really good to be able to execute my 'talent' this way. I would not be too suprised though if any of the days, I might get caught red-handed while pretending to wrap my hands tightly around my water bottle (baseball bat) , imagining that I am a New York Yankee player.. Hahahaha..
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Wait.. Look at that.. A slice of cheesecake.. Come on, man. Go for it. Wait a sec.. There is a piece of roasted chicken on the table. Only one left. But, hey, another slice of pizza, emmm, caramel, spaghetti, and there, yea, overthere your favourite hamburger. EAT IT ALL!!! With gulp and gulpsssssss of carbonated beverages to quench your thirst!
That is nothing to be proud of Walter. You have not been taking care of yourself very well. You didn't even bother to reduce the size of the portion of each meal taken, the least to even control your food intake. You just simply eat ANYTHING you could as long as you have some money with you. You don't even know when to stop munching!!!
Come on, Walt!! You are now only 23. Maybe you want to live a short life. You know the impact of bad eating habit yourself. You do understand each. And at this very moment, you are aware that you aren't not at all a fit person. You can see IT coming. Don't you love your family or those who care about you? You would say yes. But, why didn't you monitor the size of your plate? What an irony..
You also proclaimed that you are very conscious of your appearance. And now, LOOK AT YOU!!! LOOK AT YOU really CLOSELY?? What do you have to flaunt? Your wavy, bulging stomach? Your flabby arm? Your gigantic legs? You chubby cheek? Lucky that you are A BIT tall. Otherwise, I hate to say that you are just an oversized jackfruit.
Look at what has eating done to your pocket? It has burnt a hole, hasn't it? But the serious reduction in your monetary prospect didn't do anything at all.. You still go on eating like tomorrow will never ever come. Sparing hardly a single thought for your next day. What is wrong with you, man????
When you finally realized that something ought to be done, it might be too late. You better work on something before it is really, really too late. I am afraid that you can't even work you finger on the keyboard to type another entry. Afraid that you might not even witness the sunrise. Afraid that... sigh...
Do listen this time for goodness sake, WALTER!!! If you are not doing this for yourself, do this for Angel, for Ann, for your family. They love you and they wanted to be with you possibly forever. Take care of your health. Go for a healthy meal. You may enjoy anything you loved but be moderate. You still have tomorrow to enjoy the other meal that you are craving for. OK?
Just remember, how good it felt not to be oversized? Just remember those apparel line that you always wanna buy but you just can't because of your size? Just remember the number of round you made when you jog when you were slimmer? Just remember how good it felt.. You made it last time.. It can't be too difficult this time, couldn't it? Give it a shot Walt!
You have been accustomed to your disastrous eating habit. In a strange way though but hopefully it leaves you with a degree of alarming danger if you refused to do something about it.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
But hey, losing anything can never be too bad either. What if losing a thing served as a mean for a new, better and refreshing life? What if losing anything spared us a greater joy? What if losing something provided us with a better perspective of life?
Losing is gaining. That is how I see it. I learn something! And I have lost quite a number of thing. While I CHERISH each TRULY while everything is within grasp, losing anything would not be a matter of regret. I learn and that MATTERS!
This reminded me to another saying that proclaims, if you love something you have to let it go and if it is meant to be yours, it would be coming back to you. This I believed is applicable to everything; broken relationship, love affair etc...
Losing a brother and a son is such a sad event. I will remember him always for his great charm and wit. We all share in your grief at this difficult time. To Indai Aluk and family, you have my deepest sympathy on his departure. I know how hard it is to lose a sibling who as well is a dear son. I'm sure that he would want all of us to celebrate the good life that he had. My thoughts and prayers are with you.I can't write more...
Friday, November 6, 2009
Life is full with surprises. Pleasant surprises, unpleasant surprises. Hmmm... Today, a word from a friend has elevated my spirit to a higher level. Thank you, dude. You make my day! Good beginning and I dearly hope that today would end well too.
You know how much a word could affect a person don't you? Words can either kill or otherwise it would heal you completely. That expains why we must be careful with what we are about to utter. As a saying goes, everything you say would be misquoted and would be used against you. See the underlying danger. Say something sensibly.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
How lucky they are. Mobility is not an issue while it is a big deal for me. I regretted it sometimes that I refused to get myself a motobike when my parents offered me a while ago. I have to highly dependent on others' sympathy and generosity to take me out somewhere.
I am not as privilleged as they are. At times, when others are giving me a ride, how I wish that I could have an ultimate control; going everywhere I want without thinking too much, But then, the machine isn't mine. Most of the times, I have to secretly wish that I want to go here and there. Only whispering to myself. Afterall, the car or the motorcycle is not mine. Shouldn't I be just gratified instead that people have me included in their voyage?
I can't deny that I envy some of my classmates who get to go to a lot of places; only possible with cars or at least a motorcyle. Even when I heard some of my friends are having fun at simply mamak, how I wish that I could be around! But I just can't! Unless the place is accessible by bus or the least the place is only within walking distance, then maybe I may join their merriment.
Then again, going out would also mean that a considerable huge amount of money would be spent too. This is KL; the fuel, the toll, then the food.. Everything comes in a package. It can't be either too good or too hopeless.
One day, YES, one day, I will not feel unattended to like this no more! I will have my own CAR and I will go anywhere I love too. Hehehe.. Brrroooooooommmmm, brooooommmmm.. Taaa~
Shall they die tomorrow, the most humanly act I could afford is to buy them a yellow carnation each and place either one on their respective coffin. Blahhhhh
The saddest thing is that, he does not realize that others are offering him another chance to improve. Well, he is RIGHT afterall by his own definition.
Admitting that a damage is done BUT doing nothing about it would not make you a FREEMAN or rather a GENTLEMAN. ADMITTING ARROGANTLY and SARCASTICALLY on the damage that you have caused would not help even a little. If I were you, I would HUMBLY APOLOGIZE! Enough with sarcasic replies that bring you zerro benefit. Please exercise your extraordinary, remarkable linguistic ability PROPERLY, agree?
I don't find that blocking you would ensure that no harm is made by you in the future. Let you bear the consequences of your own action. Blocking you is like allowing you an easy escape. Glad that you yourself are annoyed by the chaos you yourself had started. However, I myself as the pioneer of that avenue is now re-re-reconsidering to simply terminate the service of that facility if the drama continues. Just maybe.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Then, I was intrigued to find out more by flipping through its first few pages. Owh, my, hate it that this book is brilliant! Just brilliant! And now, I am hooked. Making my way to its last page.
This book would not dissappoint you. Of that I am very certain. This book is a tearjerker one. My eyes were teary and all-flooded. Basically because it evocatively reminded me of the sacrifices that our parents have made. Pardon me for being emotional here.
This novel is also very inspiring and uplifting. It is perspective-enriching too. If you say that your life is CURSED, try to switch place with Dale, an autistic boy. Then, I hope you stop saying and grumbling how bad your life is.
This heart-warming novel taught me not only to be gratified with what have our parents provided for us but to be appreciative that we are born without any abnormalities. Our life couldn't be better right? The obstacles are just cliches that we have to wisely tackled.
Again, the notion of a dog as man's bestfriend is very well manifested in this novel. Go and grab this novel now. And yea, I am not paid for promoting this book. :)
Goodbye by Secondhand Serenade
It's a shame that it had to be this way
It's not enough to say I'm sorry
Maybe I'm to blame
Or maybe we are the same
But either way I can't breathe
Either way I can't breathe
All I had to say is goodbye
We are better off this way
I'm alive but I'm losing all my drive
Cause everything we have been through
And everything about you
Seemed to be a lie
A guiltless twisted lie
It made me learn to hate you
Or hate myself for letting it pass by
Take my hand away
Spell it out
Tell me I was wrong
Tell me I was wrong
Tell me I was wrong
Take my hand away
Spell it out
Tell me I was wrong
Tell me I was wrong
Well, the other party I guess was trying to comfort this troubled friend. I found the conversation rather hilarious and fascinating. It was like a blind man guiding another blind man. I would not be seeking a word of comfort from a very unreliable, shaken, fly-by-night, wacky person, would you?
Well, what do you expect? Birds of the same feather flocks together. At least they find solace in each other. But do they? Hahahahaha... I hope it would not lead to another disastrous chapter in their life, cukuplah! Simply because, how much different would their advice be from each other?
The other would not spill the others the harsh fact bah... So, in the end, when you are only reassured that you are right and others are so wrong and so cruel to treat you so unkindly, with that kind of responses, would the problem be solved? Afraid not.
WHATEVER!! TALK TO THE HAND! Asalkan kau tidak mengganggu hidup aku, sudahlah.. Huhuhu.. Tapi kerana hidup aku terganggulah di sini ku curah segala!
Why must those troubled souls be untouched by embodiment of emotional maturity? Why must those wrecked entities drag along others into their gloomy and sullen world? I need to free my tainted soul. I am in real, tangible need to liberate myself from this unproductive and soiled ground.
I am so pleased that I am blessed with a bunch of friends whom are there to ensure that I could still crawl to the next day. Otherwise, I would hardly make it to the next sunrise. Or perhaps, I would manage to only witness the sunset without those beautiful and warm hearts.
In not more than a week, home will I be. My only hope is, when I come back here next semester, those souls that have gone nuts would not be disturbing me anymore. Not anymore!! I want to be blanketed by peace and wrapped myself with tranquility. No more reeling heartaches and headaches. That IS all I WANT!
Actually, modelling has always been my dream. But, I don't have what it needs to become one. Hmmm... Anyway, enjoy those photos.. Thanks to Photofunia..
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Piput, my world would definitely be bleak if I didn't have you; to walk just a little ahead; to show me all the turns in the road so that I am rightly led. I am very thankful and I always feel blessed for this irreplacable gift of God.
Thank you Piput for never being tired to guide me until this very moment. You make our physical detachment bearable because you make it a must to call each day without fail. You make me the luckiest son ever! I am indeed grateful for what I have now because it is all from you and of course mummy dearie..
Piput, hehehe.. Happy 49th Birthday. I pray that you are greatly showered with immense health and great happiness.. I pray that nothing shall taint your path. Lord Almighty, bless Moses anak Entiri with abundant love and joy!
Piput, this poem is beautifuly written by Joan Clifton Costner. Though it is not written by me, but, each word significantly meant for you, Piput and with some alteration made... hehe..
What if I never sang a song
That my Daddy had taught to me?
What if no one was there to teach
What I've learned about at your knee?
What if you never made me laugh
Or wrestled me in the floor?
What if I never watched the stars
With a Daddy I adore?
Take me along, dear Daddy.
For, I watch every step you take.
I try to follow your footsteps.
So, make them plain, for my sake.
No wonder my Mommy loves you.
You're the apple of her eye!
And, I see you looking at Mommy -
Like you won the world's greatest prize!
I thank God every night for you, Daddy.
I'm the luckiest son in the land.
For I know that you practice, in earnest,
The life of a Godly man.
When I say my prayers, dear Daddy,
I always ask Jesus to bless
My Daddy, my helper, my hero ...
Who always knows what is best.
I'd like to thank you, dear Daddy.
I'd like the whole world to know
You're the best Dad a son can come home for.
Dear Daddy, I love you more than I did yesterday.
One day I'll have a family, dear Daddy;
Might have a child like me.
And because of your ways, dear Daddy,
I'll be the best I can be.
So, teach me your ways, dear Daddy.
Teach me the Savior's love.
Let's walk hand in hand, dear Daddy,
Toward that wonderful land above.
This poem is written from the bottom of my broken heart. It is written to a friend. I am not entirely sure whether we are friends still. It is in fact hard to maintain a friendship without much obstacles. Maybe this is our destiny. Maybe we have reached the end. And if this is how it ends, indeed it is a tragic ending. I don't want to wave you goodbye yet but seemingly, you are drifting yourself miles apart. I hope that you got to read this because this poem is written to you, to only you!
I was with you throughout the battering heat of the sun,
Maybe was not long enough to make it with you through the drought,
Now that you have others to survive the draught with that I am forgotten.
I was there with you when it was frantically raining
Maybe not long enough to be with you in the raging storm
Now that you have others to fight the storm with that I am forgotten,
I was with you from dawn to dusk,
I was not there to only sing you a lullaby,
Now when you are comfortably sleeping
Only those who sing you the lullaby are remembered.
I was with you from the very beginning but in the end
I am forgotten
Maybe I was not with you long enough until I am now forgotten.