Wo-tah

Icy water. Metal showerhead. Towel. Trusted loofah and foam. Heaven. The moment the stream of icy water touches my ears and covers my head I thought, this is so Godly. So heavenly. So heavenly Godly. In this brief moment, warm drops of tears mingled briefly with the icy Gombak water. God is Great. God is Great.

I guess this simplest form of pleasure will not be any different if I were to shower in a 7 star hotel suite at Burj Al-Arab or bathe at the Sungai Pusu waterfall. Water is the only property that constantly invades the intimate privacy of our bodies. It lingers and it flows. It clings it knows. Although sooted by society's expectations and money, small silly things like taking a shower will somehow bring us back to the very essence of pleasure and enjoyment.

Hmmm....

*Rereads entry*

I've always wanted to go to Air Terjun Sungai Pusu. Maybe I will, tomorrow.

Maybe I will...

Mirror Mirror on the Wall...

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the vainest of them all?

I stared at myself, my imperfections emboldened above all, my eyes searching for more. I stared at myself. My round red lips, a sealed gate of secrets amidst screeching narrations. My pear-shaped ears, listening the morning songs of birds and makcik cleaners and alarm clocks. My eyebrows, thick and angry, sick and weary. I frowned. My eyes gleamed with deep hope. As deep as the endless Indah Water manhole. So deep it struggles to keep afloat, so deep, so knackered, so hush!

I stared at myself, a silhoutte of light clothed my bare skin revealing hills of flesh and bones and veins. Oriental and olive, yellow but pale. I stretched. Oh the beauty of a boy's innocence lost under growing lumps of manhood. Over time, limbs as smooth as flower stems grew into tree trunks. How time flies, carrying napkin covered innocence. An erection surfaced the thin fabric that bordered shame and propriety. An ambassador of hypocrisy I call them, our morning erections. It stood and stood and stood, I stood and stood and stood. "You are no more an amazement, old friend. You are no more a sensational surprise, old friend. No more no more. You lost this war 3 years ago. Begone and try again tomorrow for you will lose yet another war"

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the vainest of them all?

Surely not I nor him, the person in front of me.

I stared at myself and see no beauty from it. If it is there it is lost to me. "How am I vain when I don't even love myself?" I asked the mirror. The mirror on the wall.

"To leave your body unloved by yourself is the very essence of vainity." The mirror answered. "To leave yourself wither with your thoughts of loss is the very fuel of vainity. To leave yourself undignified with budding warts is the very body of vainity."

"Oh shit! My mirror speaks!"

DAP DAP...

Again with the Songkok issue.

DAP should really pack up their things in their rockets and fly back to China.

Or we will prepare our own rockets and aim them at DAP.

Too much lah DAP and their kebiaDAPan.

It is not as if you'll be brainwashed into becoming Paklah's slaves when wearing the headgear. Stupid like fuck betol.

Heritage Studies Exhibition

The exhibition will be held tomorrow (Monday) to Tuesday. It's a free exhibition and those who finds architecture boring, worry not. It'll be a fusion of culture, heritage and history and this building is a historical virgin which means it was never documented ever ever ever ever.

There will also be photos, documentaries and presentations on 4 other historical buildings, 3 from Syria and another Kedah heritage building, Rumah Tok Menteri.

And plus I'll be there to be your unofficial curator.

I'm still not gay.

Haha

Heritage Studies Exhibition at KAED Gallery on Monday and Tuesday

1.There's absolutely nothing wrong with sexing up the blog. It's not even my aurat mind you. And sexing up is not the correct term. It is not as if upon visiting this blog, you'll suddenly experience orgasmic tremors. Very very unlikely-_-lah.

2.And I find it extremely sexist that my studiomates commented on me when I wore shorts last night. It covered my aurat goddamnit! YOU, YOU and YOUR shoulder baring tops and tight pants should be commented upon. Ghastly! Gah!

3.My life is unaffected by the fuel price hike because I made it a point to walk whenever necessary. The rice price hike is not a problem too, I never liked eating rice. It will affect me in a few weeks when other life necessities will become expensive. Like hairgel, deodarant and catfood.

4.We'd finished our heritage studies documentary and it'll be shown for all to see this Monday to Tuesday at the KAED Gallery. It's a free exhibition so feel free to drop by. I don't feel it's right to brag about it because it's really a group effort. I'm only the creative and music director and overall editor, though that will not be in the credits. Haha. Well, having a talentless megalomaniac leader who will never acknowledge anyone's efforts except for his own, I don't mind that my contributions are not properly stated. There are only two options in the multimedia process; it is either taking control in an obvious manner, get detested and rejected by him and ending up not having any control over the video at all or do my best and convince him that whatever I did is his work.

Like I said. I don't care

5.I'll be insanely schedule free for the next 25 days. I intend to filled those 25 days making money. I'll get my gaji soon and I'll invest it in a few projects one of them being an online manga trading site. I'm not an otaku no but I acknowledge the length most otakus will go to get their mangas. And what better way to acknowledge such commitment than to aid it?

6.And Puteri and I met recently to record her voice, she narrated the heritage studies video you see.. and she was constantly praised by lecturers for her voice quality. We talked about Haikal. Alah you know... Haikal. The guy I had a crush on a few years back. She told me it's okay to be gay. I told her that it was just a phase. A phase in which I regretted because I was so vocal about it. I shrugged to this. I find shoving my penis in holes that were created to excrete shit disgusting if not grotesque. No, it's not the same. Urine is sterile and germs free and useful. Shit is just, you know.. shitty.I told her that there's no such thing as straight because love can be shared by everyone and everything. If I love my cat for example, does it mean I want to mate with it? So there's absolutely nothing wrong in loving a guy, as long as we don't make love lah. I love my friends and will do almost anything to help them. See? Nothing homoerotic about that right?

It's June today. I'm rather surprised that I'm actually counting down the days

Worried

It's June today. I'm rather surprised that I'm actually worried that I'll be 21 soon.

Life offers journeys not destinations.

When I read Aida's life recap, I was inspired to write my own but I simply could not. It is not the pain that shrouds it but the resentment of myself. I've many regrets, regrets that had now become lifelong lessons. All I can say is my life is a blessing simply because my journey is not over yet. I might die tomorrow afternoon or tonight but for this moment, the contentment of living is just so great, greater than grilled cheese. Or Kyros Kebab fries. So no, I won't complain.

Just a few days ago I questioned my destiny and how I will turn out one day. Today I realize that what I will turn out someday is nothing more than an insult for not living my destiny today. Today is my destiny just like tomorrow will be my tomorrow's destiny. I can stretch a plan spanning a few months and still not learn anything, only to learn an invaluable lesson in a single second after the failed plan. I wish god allows me to learn every single second. I want to learn every single second. I need to learn every single second.

This is not a revelation, nothing of that sort but a temporary high of smoking a cheap 7 ringgit cigarette I bought at 7 Eleven.

I'm getting even more boring by the day, calmer and a tad saner. It is not that I'm a boring person but seeking excitement does not make sense anymore. Because like any other kind of seeking, I will eventually find nothing but the journey that presented itself during the seeking period. So why have it spanned for a set time. I just don't see the reason to be not pumped up for something just because it is not exciting. Everything is exciting. So why get excited? I can just seek excitement everyday until the day I die and when I do, only then can I recap my life.

So be it. When I die, I want a laptop with internet connection in my coffin.