pokemon, journals and buttons

Pokemon! Gotta catch em' all...

Most of you readers are too old, too weary of fun, too complicated to understand the simplicity of Pokemon! Pokemon merchandices like Nintendo Gameboy, trading cards and anime CD's was my last obsession with -whatyoumightcall- kiddie stuff. And you know what? I think I miss that. I miss thinking like a kid.

It all started when I read No bones by Anna Burns.

I just can't describe how she managed to capture the way children think. This is a piece of the novel that touched me:

Their ma though, would never understand anything. Grown ups never understood. They were stupid, distracted, mindless sort of beings. They never had a clue. They always got it wrong.

I can remember once that I was fond of collecting ladybirds(bug) and had designed and constructed a ladybird ranch for them. The anticipation of collecting and 'taming' the ladybirds was simple unadulterated joy. To have them showed to neighbors; absorbing the ooohs and aaaahs, I'll always treasure how I perceived joy and ironically, this sort of joy will blossom again during our greying years. Of collecting, of having things admired. When joy is no more driven by success but by personal satisfaction.

So I refuse to be so caught up with the adult world and preserved my 'childhood' in forms of journals.. which are sealed to this day... I've been logging in my journal since I was 8 years old and this ritual of mine is still practiced today. And when I feel like it, I'll unseal my old journals and reread them.. only to realized.. how stupid I was during my years of adolescence and how simple and ingenious I was during my younger years. Most of the time, people will grow out of their old habits and adopt new, more commendable ones, keeping nothing from their past intact.

And by then, the beauty of life discovery is forgotten and the wraths of life itself will be integral in our system, in the way we think and view of life.

~~What's you childhood obsession(passion)?~~~

Hello orang Pahang, introducing.... your Menteri Besar

Why are you so honest in your blog?
Why are you telling people private stuff of yourself?
How can you be so sincere in your writing? How can I? How can I? If you know me long enough, you'll know that I possessed the talent ability to goreng or in other words to exaggerate or completely lie about something when I see the need of those actions and most of the time, I'll succeed. This habit had mounted throughout the years and I'd honed this trait to -near-perfection. This used to be a habit of mine but it evidently caused me mounting problems and so I'd stopped.

So really, truthfully, I find no trouble in exaggerating or lying when blogging and it also served me the right of having my own true space. Many entries were spiced up or completely fictional and very few of them are 100% truthful. It's the cyberspace after all where space are metaphysical and beyond the reality of truth. So why the hassle of confession? So why the need of honesty?

If truth be told, it is this one: do not believe what you read from this blog all the time, not entirely for the sake of mistrust. It is by the way afiq's BOOLESHEET.. Does the pronounciation means anything to you? And to make this entry even more ironic, would you be a dear and consider this entry to be an utter ranting of a person who was recently betrayed by his own honesty.

just a blunt appraisal of my frailty

sincerely,
Afiq

Keystone

watch Belle's entrance video here... hehehe..

The video is particularly dedicated to Kid, since she never watched Anastasia before.. It's my favourite part of the movie. Enjoy.

Once upon a December... Sometimes our past hold a key to our future. And our future is what we make of it now. And now..... I'm going to the toilet...

Random thoughts

Close your eyes, set up your headphone and imagine to this song...

Ariel with The Penitent Magdalene

Well, The Gospel of Judas is selling like currypuffs... Remember what I'd blogged about concerning Judas... eh.. those who don't get a dodol(chewing gum-like subtance used by the ISA to permanently damage tireless opposers' jaw structure) about it, buy the booklah.

Loads of people ignored compliment me on my 1 month-weight loss.

Busses in KL are -whatcanisay- perfecto! I find more reason to sleep travel about on busses nowadays.

There should be a radio that can sense the rythm of our brain pulse and counter-balance it with a suitable song. Imagine this lah: you're feeling depressed and down and all of a sudden, Hilary Duff's Why Not is aired! Throw the *bleep*ing radio!!! Why not?

I better be more careful when blogging. Uncle Lee's lurking about...

I'm more accustomed to daily praying now.. Since no one is forcing me do it. Same goes to my assignments; if only the lecturers could back off a little and give it a rest: "Students, remember 2nd of June.. Ya? 2nd of June ya sisters.." and she have been saying this 2-5 times a day, and by then you would thought that the students might get a hint? nay.. hands keeps on flying here and there.. everywhere!

Stupidity has no cure, right Mirul?

Fav and fiction

Sigh.. I can't lie! The only films that can make me cry are cartoon movies and documentaries on animals. Alas, my tear-shedders:

Love this movie to death.. The songs and -real life- rendering.. Moved me to tears when the petals on the rose ran out and when the Beast was dying and called out.. Belle....

Anastasia met her Grandmother! What joy! Happy tears that one...

When Mufassa died.. Dad.. Dad... little Simba wandered alone..When prince Eric married the evil Ursula.. I was like -what about ariel??- *imagine a 7 years old me crying in frustration*

Remember when the mother nudge her dead son... Oish.. have to cover up my face with the remote control... then my brother asked :Abang nangis ke?.. Shadap or I'll tell umi that you broke the vase...

Reminds me of those times where my mom tucked me into bed, tepuk-tepuk my back lightly until I fall asleep. Then I would nudge my face into the busukness of my bantal busuk and.... zzzzzzzz zzz zzz ... I'll do anything to repeat those moments..

LOST

Spot the difference....

Ahmad talking to the owner of a computer shop in Low Yat Plaza:

Ahmad: Hello uncle, how much ah this com?
Uncle: 2000 dollar. Price very cheap one?
Ahmad: Cheap meh?

Chong talking to his friend, Ali at a bus stop:

Chong: Ali, lu mau naik teksi ka mau naik bas
Ali: Naik bas senang sikit maa..

Aminah talking to her friend Natasha(eurasian)

Aminah: Natasha, you nak drive ke to KLCC
Natasha: Of course, darling
Aminah: Maybe jam lah that area..

Aminah talking to her friend Husnita(Kelantanese)

Aminah: Awak nak belanje saye ke?
Husnita: Tak boleh ke?
Aminah: Boleh je...

Spot it yet? There seems to be an hierarchy in the power of accent; and as the conversations above proved, the most prominent accent is Malay-chinese, the second prominent accent: Malay-english followed by KL-malay and lastly Kelantanese-malay.

It becomes more than enough prove to stir this concoction into a ready to be eaten dish: malays are simply frail, bendable and culturally.....

Racial tolerance doesn't mean we should give up our persona and simply adapt in accordance to our surrounding.

I think it means we should have an understanding of our diverse culture and to unify such values are only possible by understanding them. We could indulge in other people's culture but at the same time, keep a keystone of our own.

In a simpler and more understandable context, this underlying message could be applied in our accents. Speak malay like we do with our family lah, and people should do the same, with a certain understanding of our diverse culture...

What do you think..

It's weird that this is a mild, light purple entry... well, that's life sometimes... light purple..