Saturday, November 12, 2011

Remember, remember, 11th November

Someone somewhere, I forgot who, said '11/11/2011 should be filled with something great! something that should be remembered for the rest of my life'. I however, felt that the day is as any other day. A day without any need to be acknowledged with any special occasion.

But yesterday, a friend died. A friend i knew from my old workplace.

She was a mother of two boys. No, she was a mother of two boys and a baby girl. She died in labour for the baby girl which was excitedly anticipated by herself and the whole family.

Both mother and daughter was buried in the same grave. My first thought when I saw the daughter being snuggled at her mother's side was 'That's cute'. Of course I reprimand myself for thinking that. But after awhile, I realized that, the mother died of labour, a martyr's death, shahid. And she is buried with her daugther. And the daughter is buried with her mother. They keep each other company. There should be nothing sad about that.

The ones who are sad are the ones that were left behind. Us, with our uncertain future and fate. They've already gone. Died in honor and glory of shahid.

Thursday, November 03, 2011


this is the rod of asclepius
this however, it the caduceus

In modern times caduceus is mistakenly associated with medicine when it's supposed to be the asclepius.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Cara Cari Duit Mudah dengan Bersusah Payah

When I grow up, I intend to be a published author. My book's title will be 'Cara Cari Duit Mudah dengan Bersusah Payah'. It will come with an endorsement from all the folks that have made it Big. The endorsements will say sometime like this; 'I wish I had read this book when I was younger. It would have confirmed to me that I'm on the right track'.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Friday, October 07, 2011

Looking at you looking at me...

Kuala Lumpur before Drizzle. Viewed from KL Tower

KL Tower from KLCC

Thursday, September 08, 2011

voyeurs truly needs shower

So whats new? Nothing much. Same ol' same ol'. And that is bad. Lets move forward. Create/Discover new things.

I am in a rut. I need to move on. But to move on, I need to change. I need a shower. A cold shower that will perk up my senses and leave me feeling fresh and energized.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011


So i was napping in my car (napping in the car? whut? whasupwitat?), when i dreamt having a conversation with my beseri school mate. Then suddenly out of nowhere, a goblin leapt out and swing its spiked club She took her leave and I find myself circling the area on my BMX, looking for her (bmx? ahh, i used to have one). In the dream, there was also a corner lot terraced house, painted white, whose previous occupant had moved away. Then suddenly, a red petalled flower blooms and its scent lifts my spirits with its sweet tangy aroma. I'm reminded of rainy days with swallows flying low between century old shop houses. Riding in the back seat while on the way to pudu raya at night and looking up on Sultan Abdul Samad parapets, which was lined with wire cables and stained with years of rain and fumes. A tall mosque brilliantly lit with orange light, framed by the starry night sky and coconut fringes I woke up feeling left behind.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

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Thursday, May 26, 2011


Sex, Blood and The Lies I tell Myself is dead. Welcome to phartsy, that was once Sex, Blood and The Lies I tell Myself.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

The Happiest, Saddest Moment in My Life

I was riding on the passenger side of my Nissan Sunny. My buddy and room mate was taking his turn driving the car at that time. We were cruising down the PLUS highway towards Kuala Lumpur and was just in from the Gopeng Toll gate. My buddy was feeling sorrowful as he lament about how it will devastate his mother when he breaks the news.

Earlier that day, both of us received letters from the university admin stating that we were being expelled due to low grade points.

I did not feel sorry or remorseful. I knew it was coming. I did not put up an effort to save myself and thus my fate was anticipated. So i looked at my friend with pity. Pity that he really did work hard to stay with the course. But I do felt a certain dread at breaking the news to my mom and dad.

So I was listening silently to my friend's regrets while planning my course of action, thinking about my parents and my future when it struck me that my future is a blank. I have nothing before me, nothing to look forward to. That thought strangely fills me with giddy anticipation. I was elated! Not having anything to look forward to makes me feel truly free!

It feels as if my life is a blank slate, an empty piece of paper filled with nothing but possibilities as infinite as grains of sand in the Sahara. Well not as eloquent. But my teeth were chattering with excitement.

Whenever anybody asked me about the happiest moment in my life, i kept recalling that particular moment. A moment where everything was possible. A moment where my life could turn any way at all.

With that feeling of positivity, I tried to assure my friend that everything will be okay and that our lives might still turn out to be quite exciting. But he seems reluctant to accept it and continued to feel down for the rest of the trip home.

Later that year, I was able to appeal to the university to allow me to continue with my degree, although with a change of course from engineering to technology. Fast forward a few more years later, I managed to complete my degree and had my convocation in the year 2004 with the ceremony being chaired for the first time by Tun Dr Mahathir himself.

As for my friend, he went to flight school, got his pilot wings, worked with MAS, traveled all over the world and married a hot stewardess.

The End.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Change is Good

Dear Readers,

How are you guys doing? I hope this post finds you in your best of health. I'm not sure if you have noticed that the site have undergone quite a change. Well, just a name change and some layout shuffling.

Why? Because change is Good.


Saturday, March 12, 2011

A Dream

I was riding a car down a long road, it was a road trip. In the far distance, i could see a canyon with its base covered with shrub and low trees.

Suddenly, the world went black, pitch black. I felt that i was alone. Slowly i could see a figure materialize in before me, standing about an arms' length away from me. The figure was bathed with an eerie purple light, although i didn't feel that it was eerie when i first saw him. The figure was me, at least i thought it was me. He raised is hands before him in the form of prayers.

Then a voice sounded, it was a question, but it sounded like a statement, it is not in a whisper and neither was it in a scream, it was steady and confident, without any emotion as if the the person saying it does not care to listen for any retort nor any answer.

It says 'Ma Rabbbuka'. And with that my heart sank. I was filled with regret. A regret of my past actions and a regret that it have all ended and i will exist in eternity with it.

And then, i woke up.