Sugar

I've been reading a blog belonging to a person who I used to work for...well, I actually have never worked for him, more for his colleagues and I think I have never spoken to him more than 3 minutes. This person was a bit on the chubby side but he has a very pleasant personality. Based on his Facebook photos he seems to have lost some weight. Recently I got to know that he had his right leg (below the knee) amputated because of diabetes. To say I was shocked is not completely true. Indeed I was shocked but more because this person is still young. He's only 33. He posted pictures of the gradual changes that happened to first his 'small' toe than to his entire right leg. Did not gross me out at all, in fact I like looking at such pictures. According to the title of one of his entries, he wrote 'Challenged but Definitely not Defeated'. He indeed has the right spirit.

On an unrelated incident, today I fried two eggs and partly two of my fingers. Adoi

Hangat

I do live by some principles, though not all the principles I live by I can really articulate whether in writing or orally. It's probably just natural that as you get older and more matured (matured ke?) these principles are carved into your head and some of them you can un-carve or re-carve (what crap have I written here?). One of the principles I realise I live by not long ago is that don't ask for help when you can help yourself first. The other principle I follow is not to have an affair with the people you work with or you work for. The whole point of this crappy entry is I have the hots for someone or probably a couple of people I work for. How one? The End.

Sawang

Lama tak tulis apa2. Tak tau nak tulis apa.

Al-Fatihah

Hari ini pada jam 3.45 pagi kawan baik aku telah pulang ke rahmatullah meninggalkan seorang suami dan empat orang anak berumur, 14, 13, dan dua lagi masih sekolah rendah. Pada masa kematian suami dia telah terdengar kawan aku ini dalam keadaan nazak dan dengan cepat dia panggil anak-anak kedalam bilik. Kawan aku sempat berkata sesuatu kepada keluarga dia dan lepas itu dia terus tidak ada dengan cepat dan senang. Sebelum ini kawan aku ni tak de sakit apa pun cuma dia kena makan pil hypertension. Jiran doktor mengesahkan dia telah mengalami stroke pada umur 44. Kawan aku ni tak lah gemok tapi mungkin penyakit keturunan. Siapa pulak yang akan jaga anak-anak dia yang masih sangat perlukan seorang emak? Dia ni memang baik dan antara kawan yang kami boleh trust. Kebelakangan ini aku pernah jugak terpikir siapa diantara kawan seangkatan yang pernah dulu satu department akan mati dulu. Tak sangka pula aku dia dan cepat pulak, sebelum kami sempat pencen dia dah pergi. Al-Fatihah

Berdarah

Semalam aku 'pooping' berdarah. Aku intai 'poop' aku aku tengok airnya dah merah dan darah pun masih menitis. Bukan berdarah sebab aku kena sontot ok, sebab poop aku keras. Rectum aku tercalar. Nasib baik tak sakit, perit sikit jer.

Malay Drama

Aku tak selalu tengok drama Melayu. Bukan aku look down on drama Melayu, tapi setengah drama Melayu ni memang teruk. Kalau drama ni aku cuma tengok malam Sabtu kat TV3. Semalam drama 'Tak Serupa Tapi Sama' (lebih kurang macam tu ler tajuk nye). Cerita pasal dua family yang somehow related, satu very westernized dan satu lagi very the religious. Walaupun dua family ni are at the extreme end, dia orang ni sama, sama in the sense that they are not good Muslims. Yang very western tu mak bapak very liberal sampai anak boleh bawak boyfriend masuk bilik. Anak perempuan plak ada tatu kat kaki. Satu keluarga kuat minuum. Tapi dia orang very loving and kuat buat charity. Yang religious plak tak pernah buat charity dan family tak loving except for the mom. Yang si bapak suka marah and panggil the mom bodoh all the time. Dia suka tuduh orang macam2, suka buat fitnah. Asyik nak marah orang je. Anak lelaki bongsu selalu kata nak ke masjid tapi sebenor nya pi isap gam ke apa ke?Anak lelaki sulung kuat pi masjid tapi kurang ajar da buta keje sungguh2.

Apa pun drama ni a breath of fresh air sebab it touches on a common phenomenon. Aku ada kawan Cina yang hati nya memang baik. Selalu tolong dan concern pasal orang. Sayang dia bukan Islam dan akan masuk neraka. Yang Islam pun tak tentu masuk syurga, macam aku ni. Orang suka kata aku baik, tapi aku bukan ler baik sangat. Memang aku tak mencuri, menyebar fitnah, menganayia orang, coba tak tinggal sembahyang, tapi aku ni tak lurus. Kadang2 hati aku ni ada perasaan hasad dengki tapi aku cepat2 sedarkan diri aku dan cuba merationalize things. Kadang2 aku menyampah kat orang yang aku tak kenal dan aku cuba singkir perasaan itu. Pokok nya kalau aku betul2 baik aku tak patut ada perasaan itu. Tapi itu semua Tuhan saja yang boleh judge.

Viva La Vida

This is the song I currently like very much

Viva La Vida - Coldplay


Coldplay - Viva La Vida

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world