Lets ignore the previous post. My anal ability seems to be switched off for the moment. Wow, this short post feels like a tweet.
Since I joined twitter, the need to blog slowly decrease due to ability to microblog. And with twitter, despite the limited 140-character per update, we tend to make 10 updates an hour. That, is already equivalent to one blog post.
I have yet to be able to write down what’s in my mind in a longer format. So maybe, with the help of twitter, I shall re-archive the daily tweets into blog posts. Yes, that’s what I shall do. Be aware that this will go back in time. Because that’s my forte. Going through archives.
I was culling through her old blog posts and saw my first ever comment. Naturally on a post of a poem about Morning relays, back in 2005.
I remembered the first time I met her. I was visiting Faris at MhZ and they were having a meeting of some sort. Faris insisted I go say hi to her, but I was too shy and scared. I mean, we’ve corresponded via emails (for my work/invitations) and on her blog, but I never was formally introduced to her in person, so, during the meeting break (or actually it was an informal meeting or so), Faris opened the sliding door and there I was, shyly went to her who already walked half across the room, shook her hands and bid my salaam, telling her, it was me, Abby. From the blog comments.
It has been quite a tough few months for me lately. Standing up on your feet on a wobbly planks of wood tied to rusty chains of a bridge. I’m trying to cross to the other side, where they said, grass is always greener.
I haven’t come to the end of the day. I’m not quitting. There’s nothing in my books about giving up. We don’t quit. No, we shall not finish last either. But I don’t compete with time, neither do I buy them. I shall exhaust my arms and legs until the time has come for me to cross to the other side, successfully, if that term even evidently exist.
Don’t forget to leave a note
To tell me why and when
Tell me how my smiles are not enough
Tell me how my embraces are suffocating
Sometimes I feel disconnected. I feel like I’m left at the back of the line when everyone else disappeared, leaving me behind. It confuses me. Whether I was the one who was ahead, or left behind.
Then I look around. People happily being with each other.
I haven’t been writing for so very long. It’s not good. I used to just write and write and write as it’s an outlet for the absence of a romantic relationship. Or so I thought.
Apparently, I write to accommodate suppressed emotions. Emotions that I cannot feel. Romantic love. Anger. Despair. Hollow. Not so much of anger though. For that, I have my outlet. It’s called obscene profane cursing.
I’ve missed a few reviews and skipped to the Top 3. Of course. After Siobhan left, the only reason to watch American Idol is Crystal Bowersox and we all know she’s going to be the Final 2 contestant competing for the throne.
Hurm, throne. Idol. Of course throughout the centuries, this term has degraded its meaning. Fifteen thousand years ago, Idols were worshipped at the Kaabah. Al-Uzza, al-Latta, and several other Idols. Today, there are still idols being worshipped in Hinduism and religions of that sort. But, human being, public figures, celebrities, has become the subject of idolisation, not in the same context of the idols fifteen years ago though. The only similar context between the 2, is that, same like fifteen years ago in Kaabah, it was a revenue generated business. Fifteen years ago, idols (religion) can be a profitable business, today, American Idol, is one of the highest revenue-generating show in Broadcast history.
Several roads around Dataran Merdeka will be closed for several hours
for three days starting tomorrow to facilitate preparations for the
“Colours of 1Malaysia 2010″ parade on Saturday.
Jalan Raja, Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman and Jalan Esfahan will be closed
from 7pm to 1am tomorrow, from 5pm on Friday for full dress rehearsal
until it is over and from 5pm on Saturday until the parade is over.
Other roads involved were Lebuh Ampang, Lebuh Pasar, Jalan Tun Perak, Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman and Jalan Raja Laut heading towards Jalan Raja which will be closed from 5pm to 1am.
(Source from Dina Zaman)
At 1:12 AM, February 15, 2007, a faithful reader of my blog, demonsinme, wrote a poem in my comment box. To be shared with my loved ones. Since I’m deleting my old blogs, stuff like these need to be archived and shared.
Hate…
In my lonely heart,
hate plays a great part,
it wills the my action from the start,
it herd me words with such grand art,
it is the very thing that bounds our two hearts.
After reading “The Unseen Battle” I’ve written on Valentine’s Day in 2007, two days later a dear reader by the nickname “moment2moment” gave me a comment which went straight to my heart…
So much pain you are holding onto Cosmic Freak…..it is not the love lost that hurts, you can never lose love as love is within you and always there….it is your attachment to your lover that hurts….your assumption that he was in some way yours and would always be with you is what is hurting…if you are to move past this, have nothing to do with the man, he does not deserve you. If he will not love you with all his being as the beautiful woman you are, do not endeavor to be his friend. This will only prolong your attachment….there is only one way to get past attachment and that is not to be with the one you are attached to. No fooling yourself only time apart will loosen the golden strings and silver hooks of attachment you have in your heart. You are a rare and beautiful soul Cosmic Freak and if you rid yourself of this attachment (it is not love as there is no pain in love) and open truly to love, putting love for life, for god, before all else, love in the form of a truly noble man, not one that will betray your trust, will come to you. Have faith in the intelligence of life and life will reward you with a rare and all pervading love and happiness. You are ready for it, you have suffered enough not to compromise in love. Be good to yourself.
Kalau kau jadi milik ku,
akan ku balut kau dalam dakapanku,
dengan ruang yang cukup untuk kau bernafas.
Bebas terbang, namun milikku.
The results are out. The person to leave as the 5th runner-up is Siobhan Magnus. Among the other 2 guys in the bottom three, Big Mike and Casey, apparently Siobhan didn’t manage to get enough fans to vote for her to stay in the competition.
Does it matter which genre you should be in, to make it in the industry? Does is matter when your single comes out, it should fit in a certain category, as oppose to just being “a great music”?
Due to the new look of the blog and the countdown getting closer towards the end, I’ve decided to share my views on the Idol (as if my twitter updates aren’t annoying enough).
Let me just share with you my personal views on each top 6 finalists.
I apologise to be writing such a deceiving title there. Sorry to disappoint you but there’s no perks of self-employment, because you’re directly answerable to your Clients. It’s easier to be employed, because you’re only answerable to your direct supervisor or boss.
I guess the most obvious change I had was colleagues. From having those I find funny to tolerate with, to having NONE. Of course, the previous 3 months of having love Nadrah as an intern, has somewhat made my Wednesdays and Thursdays exciting. Now that she has completed her 120 hours, she’s gone back to studying and I’m back alone, no one to bully, no one to joke with, and no one to assist my crazy wanting for doing everything.
Avaaz.org is highlighting how Whales are under a serious threat due to commercial whale hunting.
For more information, please read and act here – http://bit.ly/aA7tgR
We need to save these animals from torture and extinction. Please help spread the awareness. Thanks to Avaaz.org for their continuous efforts in the awareness of all these serious issues.
Yes, the ever so prestige and funky creative house owned by Muid Latif and myself, is looking for Web Design interns and Copywriting interns.
Web Design Interns:
- Will be working directly under the web guru, Muid Latif
- Will have the chance to feature their designs with Digital Malaya Project art collective
- Must have good English and passion to try new things
Copywriting Interns:
- Will be working directly under me, (a guru of passion)
- Will have the chance to directly liaise with Clients and try new things
- Must have excellent English (because mine is close to poverty) and good Malay (mostly for translation purposes).
- Must be able to take crappy jokes and philosophical analogies (this is mostly from me, I adore people with wit)
We’re keen to having new talents, especially those who are fresh from the oven, who just stepped out from uni / college or maybe have not yet finish college but is due for industrial training, yes, please apply.
Our little creative shack is located at Cova Square, Kota Damansara. For those who are still in their final year but have extra empty days which they are keen to slot in, we can accommodate to that flexibility. We do want people who can come to the office although working from home can be discussed if needed.
For more, email communicate@digitalnusantara.com.my
It took me a whole month, since Esmalina introduced me to the book earlier this year. I know I’ve been outdated in my readings, countless books pending, and have not been finding time for them (I’ve pledged my time to Monopoly World on my Cosmic Red (Nokia E75) instead)
Just happened to finish the book and of course, like other books, the ending weren’t as great but when I shed my tears just reading the first 15 pages, I know it’s going to be a good book.
do I not deserve healthcare?
I have a new found principle, which, I actually broke this morning. After my one month ordeal of clinics and hospitals due to internal infection in August 2009, I have told myself to not consult a general physician everytime I have flu, or fever or normal tonsilitis which I have been suffering for the last 2 decades. It’s a good thing that my athsma has long gone, and if it occurs, in most unlikely cases, I should be able to trick my body to not acknowledge it and just try normal breathing exercises. And since I’ve learned how to do that, it has not been serious enough to the point I needed a nebuliser.
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