Shining kaplalu

"Mak engkau pernah cakap yang engkau dapat offer promotional ad," kata si kawan.
"Ya, pernah dahulu mase kecik-kecik," aku jawap.


"Kenapa kau tak ambil je, advertising banyak duit tu," kata si kawan dengan muka confident.
"Tak sesuai dengan imej aku," aku cuba memberitahu.


"Tak sesuai?" tanya si kawan.
"Ya. Ad untuk pemutihan gigi salah sebuah toothpaste company di negara ini" aku cerita lagi.


"Ha, tak ke bagus untuk imej engkau tu," si kawan menambah cakap.
"Not when its for the before pictures," aku terang kepada si kawan.


Damn it.

Hoi orang bandar

"Engkau datang sini main sorang-sorang?" kata pak cik tak dikenali.
"Yup," aku jawap.


"Berapa lubang?" bertanya si pakcik itu lagi.
"18," aku menjawap malas.


"Engkau orang pertama datang pagi-pagi ni. Tengok-tengok sikit monyet ...bla bla bla.." sambung si pak cik itu dengan kadar yang agak lama.
"Baikla," aku menjawap lagi malas.


"Engkau ni memang tak banyak cakap?" pak cik itu bertanya dalam tonasi keciwe.
"Yup," aku menjawap.


Aku basuh tangan dan membawa diriku pergi. Dalam hati 'Sial, dalam tandas pon nak berborak dengan strangers ke?'

Ngong

"Kau bukan pernah buat audition ke dulu untuk an ad or something?" kata seorang.
"Ya, dulu ada. Tapi lepas satu audition aku tak dapat, aku malas." aku jawap.
"Kenapa tak dapat?" beliau sambung tanya.
"Mereka kata aku tiada ekspresi muka. Muka stoned sentiasa." aku jawap lagi.
"Bukan memang watak orang stone ke?" beliau tak henti tanye.
"Ya, dan mereka juga inginkan perempuan." aku jawap.


Damn.


Moral of the story: Baca skrip.

One day at a time

Mereka kata "kau dah gemok."
"Aku makan," aku menjawap.


"Kau dah kurus." mereka kata.
"Aku kurang makan," jawap aku.


"Kau gila," mereka kata.
"Kurang ubat" aku membalas.


"Kau sihat," mereka sambung.
Aku menjawap "ubat dah cukup."


"Kau punk," mereka kata.
"Aku rock dan roll," aku jawap.


"Kau formal" mereka cakap.
Aku senyap. Toleh kebelakang dan berjalan.


Bastards.

Kertas Hati

After having just finished watching Paper Heart I thought of posting in the lines of what the semi-documentary or mockumentary was portraying but it would get really personal to do so.

It did got me thinking of the variety one distinguishes in being in love. People have there own preferences of the ideal mate. Does opposite really do attract or is that just a myth brought to meet people up from different backgrounds? Like everything else in this world, it's rather complex but yet the most simpler form of affection.

In other words, it's fucking complicated.

Some people can tolerate things than others. Although there is scientifically proven chemistry in love, there is nothing that beats the magic of it. Well that was from a biologist she interviewed in the movie so I'm guessing he's right (the cliché of nodding the things that comes out from the mouths of doctors and scientist). Ha ha ha. What am I blabbing about? I myself am mystified.

So sip that cup of joe and live for the moment will ya.

/ˈkreɪ zi/

I can't sleep. Now thats not something new if you knew me well and especially since I have an early class tomorrow. So here I am trying to post something to amuse myself. Things are getting a wee personal here in this blog ain't it? Ha ha ha.

There's this kind of miss conception that only girls (and celebrities) get hit on or worse yet stalked. This is, from my experience and those around me, untrue. Although it may seem a little bit uncommon but do believe me when I say it happens. Sometimes it gets a little too ugly for my taste. Unknown callers, unknown messengers and other form of communications.

I think it all started, at an early age mind you (I dub 14 and 15 as early age, heh) with the oh so common, rumor type, "she likes you" sentence from another friend. I think its common on both side of the sexes. I used to be a very private person, I think I still am in different ways, although my blog begs to differ. I remember the "my friend likes you" talks. As I grew older, my sense of humor began to develop (and still am hopefully) so I began to interact with these people because I'm just good like that (someone is dying of laughter right now).

To know me well is, i believe, hard. Not in that arrogant, snobbish celebrity kind of way but more of because you have to endure my, as some call and agree, "evilness". I once had a girl dedicated and sang to me before. Another person also made me food, which although sounds soooo me, I didn't eat. I gave it to the boys at my house.

I try to be very responsive, as much as I can, to these, ummm.. advances?. Sometimes though I get irritated. I guess thats why I have deleted my account on two socializing sites. I got a message earlier asking for my ym which I thought was inappropriate since a) I didn't know her b) it was the freaking first message from her, ever.

There was another person who said her name was Eve (her real name isn't Eve but the Islamic version of it). I replied my name is not Adam, which I thought was the lamest joke I could have ever came up with. She replied "apa awak cakap ni?". At this point I knew this was going nowhere if you knew me well but I tried to poke it for awhile amusing myself with her questions and reactions. She then said that she was looking for a nice guy to be her boyfriend. I replied "well, good for you". She then replied back saying "nape good?". I was dumbfounded and not in the good positive way.

I can get along with people fairly well if I liked their personality. Although I do have some more stories to tell but this time we'll just leave it here. Maybe on another time. Probably. So I guess what I'm saying is that it doesn't always happen to girls.

note: Most of the messages from the girls mentioned above were in reality in Malay. Just translate it into your most annoying tone.

Isi Jalan

I find it fascinating how an idea comes about. Like how the show Entourage is loosely based on the career of their executive producer Mark Wahlberg and I bet you that some of The Beatles's songs was inspired after smoking some herbal cigarettes. Ha ha.

I'm here to share with you, yes the two of you, how I came about having a not so long story made here in this blog. I wrote it , like many other post before it, with past stories in mind, a bunch of fantasies with music as my driving force for the flow of the story. So here I'm posting the songs I had listened to when I wrote that damn thing. Just for you to understand it better? and because its my blog.

Heh.

Start
1. You Only Live Once – The Strokes.
2. Main Offender – The Hives
3. Anarchy in the UK – Sex Pistols

1 km
1. Modern Nature – Sondre Lerche
2. The Way – Fastball
3. Virginia Moon – Foo Fighters

2 km
1. Drive – Incubus
2. 1234 - Feist
3. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall – Bob Dylan

3 km
1. Subtitles – Eric Hutchinson
2. Transmission – Joy Division
3. She’s in Fashion – Suede

4 km
1. Heroes - Wallflowers
2. This is not a test - She & Him
3. Mad World – Gary Jules

5 km
1. Hope for the Hopeless – A Fine Frenzy
2. The World You Love – Jimmy Eat World
3. Oh, It is Love - Hellogoodbye

End
1. Warmest Part of winter - Voxtrot
2. Wires - Athlete
3. Halfway Home – Jason Mraz

Dah macam soundtrack plak. But no worries. Like I'd care that much. So if you do not know any one of the songs and would like to listen to 'em please youtube them. I do not condone the act of piracy. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I cried myself in laughter jap tadi.

To those who have any other songs that would go with the story please leave it in the comment box. Ha ha ha.