Oh why is it that every little things I feel Must end in the way that I wouldn't want to be
Lost in my dream, my happy endings are
For life is just another nightmares for me
I stir the pot, fix the holes, and observe the reality as it is. Propagandist for hire.
It's that time again
It's the time to have our routinely habit again, to have our way in which society expected us to be, to become a slave of modern society and wages. Have a good day everyone
Cheers
What I've learned this week
I learned that:
- Sacrifices are always necessary.
- To be more patient is important.
- My opinion is not the same as their so don't be selfish.
- The generation gap is widening.
- Cunts are running the world now and forever.
- The peaceful mind is already there in your head, It's really up to you whether you want to reach it or not.
I'm not a plastic, are you?
Few days back I was walking around to Suria KLCC and my mother decided to visit one of the high class fashion bag store Anya Hindmarch and I was interested that they had one of the "I'm not a plastic bag" bag which is going to be released for one time only on 6th of July 2007 in Malaysia, Hong Kong and Taiwan for a price of RM 55 only or about 16 US Dollar, this price when compared to a normal price bag which would have a price tag of RM 1000++ or 290 US Dollar seems like a perfect fashion accessories that you must have. However, there is a bigger story to it, the bag was actually a collaboration between Anya Hindmarch and We Are What We Do movement in order to make people to change their daily habit to eventually change the world to a better place. What in the world came up to your mind when you heard the stories that people are willing to queue from 12 am in front of the shopping mall just to enter it at 6 am while the stores itself open at 10 am, that the bag was sold out for in 1.5 hours only, that the workers in the stores was trapped in the stores for 4 hours because the angry mob was blocking the store exits, that 1000 people had shown up just for a bag, that the workers are strongly advised to go back home without wearing anything that shows that they are working in the store because they feared that something would happen to them, that I looked up on eBay Hong Kong which had already listed the bag for a price of 3000 HK Dollar or about USD 384, far more than the actual value of the bag, that eBay Malaysia had also listed the bag for RM 350 and there is still no bid on it.
So what is it that drives people to buy the bag? is it to make yourself more plastic by buying that by having the latest and limited edition like being worn by Kiera Knightley while the bag itself saying that it is not a plastic bag. Why won't they start to change their daily habit like being advised by the movement, and if they would want to contribute why won't them buy something else from the movement?
In the end, I would just say congratulations to whoever had the bag, you're now a part of movement to make the world better, and I would hoped that your actions did not stopped here but to continue further on.
Cheers
A symbolical freedom
Just few days back, BBC journalist Alan Johnston is being freed by Hamas, through negotiation with the Army of Islam, so now the world was left with the question now is Hamas ready to talk to their international counterpart or even cooperating with Fatah to achieve the goal in the struggle through diplomatic ways. Hamas had been well known by their way in the Palestinian movement, by using method such as suicide bombing or even other attacks to Israel army or citizen and even to their own political rival Fatah. However, during the attempt to free Alan Johnston, Hamas has proven that they are willing to take drastic move, to meet the British Government for the first time in history.True peace in Middle East may seems pretty unclear these days and many days to come however, this event should not be taken lightly, this could be one of the key steps to reach what many people have been longing from.
I still personally believe that peace would come to the Middle East, even though there were sayings that when the time for Israel and Palestine should reconcile and made peace it would be the end of human days, I would still look up for that day to come.
Cheers
Isolation
Some people came, some people go Some people care, some don't
Nobody really stayed
While I'm still here
In isolation
Cheers
Bumi Nusantara and Daerah Samad
Yesterday while visiting my friend in Kuala Lumpur, I went to one of the art gallery there, The Petronas gallery, they had two exhibition one is called Bumi Nusantara and the second is Daerah Samad.
Bumi Nusantara (Nusantara Journey) was actually a recollection of journey of the Petronas Adventure team which is gracefully done by Masnoor Ramli, whom are member of Matahati art group. The journey started from West Malaysia through Indonesia to East Malaysia, the exhibition would show how Masnoor would capture the journey in form of photography, paintings, videos and artifacts. Some of their portrayals of Indonesia,are depressingly true, however some like the picture above, is actually amazing, the picture was actually an art from my hometown, called tapis which is similar to batik in Java and the fact that not many people knows it. Some of the portrayals are showing the very life of Indonesian citizens with their everyday difficulty or natural disaster that have been happening recently such as the tsunami in Aceh or Lapindo-Brantas mud tragedy in East Java.
This picture shows some of the comic portrayals of pop cultures in Indonesia, how smoking is part of the everyday life,and even an old man would still smoke a specific type of cigarette brand, which has the tagline of "Male's Choice" (well ok, it's kinda weird if I try to direct translate it, but it's the one that written there)
Daerah Samad (Samad's Land) on the other hand is a totally different kind of arts, while Bumi Nusantara would portray the journey through Indonesia, Daerah Samad is collection of 100 sketches from a national Malaysian Laureate Poet named A. Samad Said. The sketches however, not always using papers as the medium, some of them are even using tissue napkins from various restaurants, however a common theme was that the sketches consisted of dots and lines of black and red colors.
Here are some of his arts, some of them are words that I couldn't read however it is still amazing how he had been doing this all the time, and below is one of the example of the sketches.
Sorry to only having a small number of pictures, I forgot to save some of the interesting ones on my phone, well however this exhibition is giving new impression in my dull life. For more information you can go to Petronas Gallery website
Cheers
Nothing endures but change
I was talking to one of my friend the other day, and I was amazed how she had changed, while I was always wondering did I'm the one who had changed from that boy from the past to what I am now. It was interesting how only for a small time we could have changed from one person, one consciousness to another, considered that, we ourselves are often fear changes.
So what it is that could have driven us, is it our desire? our thoughts? our willingness? or is it just because we don't have anything left for our choice, so that we have to change?
I guess people would just change, not because they have to, it's more like we ourselves does not know that we are changing, until we meet the people from our past whom we left with our impression back then.
Cheers
What a night
Flood on 14th floor, and no mate, i'm not telling any jokes nor that i'm drunk. It's one hell of a night and days to come. So this is the chronological order:
12 A.M. : Was watching movie in my laptop while chatting with my friends.
12.05 A.M. : My foot feels wet, went to the toilet and turn off the water source there only to realize that the living room was full of water as well.
12.10 A.M. : Looking for mop, Thina came in to my unit and called someone asking them to turn off some stuff. I looked outside my unit the area is full with water, ankle deep.
12.15 A.M. : Called Hagen and tell him the story, mobilization begin.
12.45 A.M. : Electricity has been turn off because fear of electrocution. Anarchy break loose, students blame on the warden by yelling profanities.
1.15 A.M. : Condition stabilized, water is not running out from the reservoir anymore.
1.35 A.M. : Power went back on, still leaving the elevator down.
I still did not know about what exactly causing the flood, just fortunately most of our stuff is in intact condition but the water had already reached inside the room if the situation was not to be handled sooner probably I'll be having hypothermia and diarrhea now.
Cheers
Longing
So many in my mind yet so little time could be taken and use for writing. 3 more, and then freedom.
Cheers
Supersaturated
and I don't know what should I do with it. Wish I was live in an anarchical society. cheers
a silent afternoon
There's nothing on my head right now. It feels weird, like I have fulfilled my obligations to the world and there is nothing left to be done, just waiting for something that would come anytime now. cheers
This time
So what was this all about eh? I'm probably trying out once more, after failing one another. I just feel a need to write in some medium, whether it's just for fun or just trying to expand my thoughts and keep them for a whole lot of time. and i guess now it's final that i would spend my thoughts here even though it is sometimes bias and unethical. However, I'll try to keep it as normal as ever.
Some other time then I would write longer than this, exam is coming anyway so bless us who have it, good luck as well and may we survived this.
Cheers
creeps
whew
i thinks it's going to take a long time to master this. cheers