crazes

1. facebook shops i like. tags / quizzes / games addictions i can bear with. stalkers are common. hell, i can even tolerate oh-it's-already-twenty-minutes-must-update-my-status-or-post-a-link posts on the homepage. i can take all that. i accept that we all are different kinds of amazing people with hidden (or still vague) talents. but model competitions? pathetic wannabes who camWHORED, pitifully edit the photos with your SonyEricsson camera phones or online at picnik.com and have your skin all cleared up with Photoscape so the result is a photo taken during mosquito fogging and you expect poor us (who you tagged on your nose) to vote you? oh my oh my. please go take a spoon and knock it repeatedly on your heads until you dent either one of the two.


2. and the most annoying thing is that the uglier ones get all the votes because they practically pasted their faces on every surface and begged friends to vote - and we, being courteous Malaysians, did. if u did, uh, well, ah nevermind, just please don't like the picture of the blonde-haired, blue eyed, full-lipped shirtless malay GUY. when i saw him i went "babi*, kau gay ke?" argh!!


3. SPCA and zoo volunteers, Readers*, blood donations - do correct me if i'm wrong, but after DSLR, it seems like volunteer work is that 'thang' amongst youngsters right now. of course, it's fun and satisfactory. imagine watching that granny's face break into a smile when she sees that we are about to spend time with her. it's good for the mankind, dapat pahala bla bla bla, but will this enthusiasm die away too, sometime?

*Readers (UM) is a volunteer group serving blind students. they help these unfortunates in their work; for example read, look for books, and type.

Life is Miserable.

the longer you live, the more you want to do, the more problems you have. escaping is an unreachable dream, made impossible simply by the fact that you must continue on living. so you are left with not a single choice but to tackle it headlong. and who cares if you fracture your skull in the process? people might throw a glance or make a double-take, but nobody triple-checks. there are just too many things happening in the world to distract their attention from you. in a fraction of a second you become anonymous again, a speck of dust.

well maybe there exist some people who holds you significant. family - you can't cut through blood with the sharpest knife. they loyally bear with you, and in exchange for that you willingly forget their blunders and laugh at their jokes. but with friends for example, the simplest of things could be unforgivable. that was the time you unintentionally forgot to return a call for a month (or it could be that you are too stupid and thought facebook was enough), or kept things you borrowed for too long - if the time wasn't right, the white mistakes might be just the right amount of antimatter that literally sucks things and swallow them whole. nobody knew exactly why but suddenly you turn into a pitiful glob of mud which disgusts, but clings so hard it is unable to shake off. so what is to do in this situation? do you forcefully rip yourself off the piece of cloth, or do you recline into the folds so you could pretend you are invisible? to decide is crucial, because you won't want the saddest thing to happen - when they get rid of the crusted piece of earth with a simple flick of the finger. by this time all you get to see is their backs, turned on you.

Keseronokan (draft from 27th May 2010)

Jumpa the legendary abang Bob GMi Cafe on Facebook. Sampai harini tak paham nape orang panggil warung buruk tu cafe, bunyi mcm high class gila. Tp last2 panggil kedai abg Bob jgk sbb dia bukannye tokey pon. Masih terngiang-ngiang lagi sedapnye sambal belacan lawan nasi putih dgn ayam goreng dan sup kosong, n mcmane kite selalu berdilema samada nak telur dadar ke tak, sbb kalau ade telur dadar penuh tepung, dia jadi mahal 50sen. Abang Bob tak penah lekang senyum, tak kira la masa orang duk panggil2 dia tak sabar ataupun masa dia kompelin gaji dia sikit. Ooops tu rahsia, syytt :)

Abang Bob masih lagi berniaga, cumanye kedai dia bukan la dekat tepi pagar da, tp depan masjid baru GMi, bersih putih bersinar2. Dulu masa datang, nasi che we belum naik harga, lagipun mase tu kena belanja, skrg tak tau la :P