Dils Stop .

Can it be consider as fictionalize thoughts? Definitly fiction. Not thought of.... conciously. I got the weirdest dream last night. It was soo horrendously funny that I am smiling as I typed. Let's start from thebeginning shall we. I dreamt somehow my friends and I went to watch a movie. When we reached at the cinema complex, people are running out of there screaming. (My typical dream... yeah I have nightmare almost nightly and I really need to write down one particularly disturbing one. That's for later though). We were feeling curious and none of the screaming person felt like explaining anything. So we went in after all. It's all very blurry afterwards. People screaming. We were forcing our way in. The next thing I know, I was grabbed and taken somewhere. Then the cause unravel. It seems Marilyn Manson was behind it. LOL. He is divorce from his wife and so was feeling a tad bit lonely. So he felt like taking a new 'queen' (Evan Rachel Wood somehow do not exist i...

Let's do the what did I do today kinda topic. I know you guys don't care and it's boring and all that. Whatever. My blog. So early morning today (yesterday technically, but let's not dwell on details shall we?), my fiance and I went to one of the Ulu Yam waterfalls, scouting places where I can bring my colleagues for an outing. Great scenery, the water is cold yet nice (after an hour of hesitant wetting ma feet) . Not so many people ( I was adamant to go early in the morning to beat the crowd). Not tooo polluted (how many are there that are not pon). And most importantly.... no icky encounter with leeches and pacat. Need I stress again upon the fact that I am raised as a city girl as thus only familiar with animals ranging from the usual pests to dogs and cats? Unfortch, I don't have any pictures. Phone pon tak bawak. He does. No 'pose' pictures tho. The day got even better when I managed to procure the below. The Buffy comics. I was searching for it briefl...

There are some things that are best forgotten. Some are of course hard to forget. Some are just plain forgettable. For some ... you don't realize you ever had it until it hit you right on the face when a hint of a smell, a glimpse of where your tracks were or the sound of that dratted songs sent to you. These are the absolute worst as it will leave you dazed and reeling even after years down the line. It's like the cartoon characters that are being hit by an anvil while minding their own business. I called this memory burst or snapshots of a memory since it only gave you that few seconds of remembrance but still painful nonetheless. There's a reason I don't looked into Friendster that often nowadays. Its hurt to see people move on or people getting better. I am not that good of a person that can say " I am SOOO glad you are doing better than me". Its much more pleasant to just shut down the PC , sit down to read a book and eat doughnuts while flipping throug...

Beg Kecil Ini Beg kecil ini kuharap dapat tunjukkan, Yang ia tidak sia-sia dikait, Kerna, Jika kamu mahukan sesuatu, Ia akan memberi ape yang kamu inginkan, Dan memandangkan kita akan berpisah, Ia akan memberi makna yang lain, Kerna, Tatkala kamu terlihat beg ini, Kamu akan terkenang rakanmu ini. Ms D : Tada! Puitis tak? Hahaha. Mob 1 : *faint mumblings of protestation" Ms D : What? What do you mean it is written by Jane Austen. I tak penah dengar pon Jane Austen. Mob 1 : * stronger rumblings of protest heard* Ms D : Arrrr... yeah.. I did a lengthy post regarding Jane Austen a while back. Must had slipped my mind. Tapi die tulis novel je ok. She write no bleedin poems. Mob 1 & Mob 2 : *protests and pickets and letter of complaints flying everywhere* Ms D : ......... Mob 1 & Mob 2 & Mob 3 : * Are ready with armory of stones, Malaysian reporters and small time lawyers* Ms D : Fine, fine.. *ehem* Saya mendapat inspirasi ini dari Jane Austen (my idola y'all!) dan ...

Short post. 1. Am sick again. Hate getting sick. Hate getting sick in the middle of training. Trainer might accuse me of not paying attention, but for Pete's sake. I am trying not to crash onto the floor while you are droning on, ok. 2. My kerete sudah kembali cumil. Yeay! A lil bit of extra money this month was spent in 'ketuk' and 'cat' my car. I had 'gores'kan my car at a side of a tembok while trying to avoid a motorcycle few months back. I should have just clip that motorcycle. 3. I am broke. Freaking broke. Dayum. 4. The lovely shoes I am wearing is pinching my feet. 5. The least important. Bloggers are usually passionate creatures. We comment without 'penapis' but the more clever one try to at least think before 'submit'. 6. The most important. Most of us realize that there is no money making business in writing in Malaysia. However you do gain 'some' monetary gain in it and also recognition as a published writer, while there a...

The movies may apply only for one or all of the rules. However at least one of the below 'rules' must be applied. 1) Girls. If you are a slut, you will most certainly die first amongst all your friends. So don't ever go skinny dipping with guys nor cheat with your best friend boyfriend. Or worst, cheated by skinny dipping in a supposedly public place with your best friend boyfriend. You are most likely to die in the first 30 minutes. 2) Guys are not spare too. If you are obnoxious, are all talks and thrown a child or a girl in front of you as a shield, you will most certainly be next. After the slut. 3) If you recently been dumped or someone close to you died, and your friends or siblings think its fun to take you somewhere far and remote (read as nobody ever goes there anymore) to camp, caving, lodge, road trip, there is half a chance you will find either cannibals, urban legend monsters, psychotic villagers or roaming serial killers. Girls. Go shopping instead. It's ...

Had finished reading Kazuo Ishiguro, A Pale View of Hills.Boy, does it make my head spins. Before proceeding, the plot description as below (as freely copy and paste from Wikipedia) This is the story of Etsuko, a middle-aged Japanese woman living alone in England, and opens with discussion between Etsuko and her younger daughter, Niki, about the recent suicide of Etsuko's older daughter, Keiko. Etsuko's thoughts, however, dwell not on either of her daughters so much as on the more distant past and the mysterious relationship she formed with a woman named Sachiko and with the woman's young daughter, Mariko, some years before in Japan. After finishing the book, I was surprised. I thought it would be more. More stories. Answers. Backstory. Resolution. But there is none. The story was left hanging. After I finished the book, various questions arises that left me wondering.. What happened to Ogata San? What is in Etsuko's past? Why did she marry Jiro? What happened to Sachik...

Warning: Rojak post ahead. Jangan bising. Typing this blog post at new office. Haaa. Otak sudah lunyai with all those readings which I doubt I understand much of it. You know how you can just read a sentence or paragraph and after you finish reading it, you realized you had no idea what you reading. Not that you don't understand it. Its more like you read it without thinking at all. I am in such deep shit if I continue like this. Hope some knowledge does penetrate into my addled brain. Anyway. Oh.. new job is OK. Back to being the unknown again which sucks and trying to find the cheapest place to lunch or even lunch mates obviously sucks too. However there is a consolation that a shopping complex is right below my office. Tanak lunch bole shopping? Boleh? Kinda defeat the purpose of finding a cheap place for lunch though to save money. Have to start shopping too in spite of my reluctance (reluctant sgt)! My previous workplaces before this have a sort of lackadaisical attitude in te...