LIFE

as i was eating rancid nestle honey star in my room, without even bothering the slight difference in taste and texture and also the conspiracy that the cereal may constitute with my stomach, i played my wrecthed game of tekken 6 oblivious to the dull surroundings of an ordinary sunday morning. as i skimmed the room after waking up at four due to the perpetual clank caused by the cranky national ceiling fan which was covered whole with thick dust which was not dusted off since our maid had fled off some months ago. our home which was painted in an eccentric, arousing but lacking in sense of beauty orange lost its cheerfulness. i, on the other hand, contributed more on the destruction of the house. the 4 a.m wake was welcomed by the half grin of the fading half of the 'p' of the psp. the contraption was first held with hands at year 2007. how unnoticeable and slow time sheds the skins of life.

my blog seems dull recently, thinking about ideas of what to write about is a struggle. typing the black keys painted white with figures of alphabets, numbers and punctuations is awfully tedious. my brain is currently functions slowly maybe due to either the drinking of water with ants floating and bloated or the eating of fish eggs. both superstitious belief of the malays which relates to the cause of stupidity. when i was young, maybe between the age of 5 or 6 always had belive in all these nonsensical belief which pointed one's stupidity on fish eggs and ants.

i have just finished this book written by khaled hosseini which tells a tale of two afghan women from different backgrounds. yet, both shared the same pain, together they endured their daily life win war. war constituted by government and also by the man whom they together shared, rasheed. though they shared the same husband, they became friends and mariam became a mother to laila who is half her age. rasheed was killed in the end by mariam, when rasheed was trying to strangle laila to death. the fiasco ended with mariam beheaded and laila ran to a remote area far from people with his new husband, tariq and her children in the outskirts of pakistan. laila bemoaned mariam's death and visited mariam's birthplace in a removed place in herat where she had live her childhood. the house where she stayed was made of straws and sun-dried mud. she imagined laila sitting by the stream near the home, where she cut trout with one stroke and putting her legs in the cold water of the stream by her home, the kolba.

the book that i read is one of the few books that i finished reading. which gives a great meaning and a brief comment on the outline of the book. till next time. :)

the mentos law

the day before this day, i went to this twenty-four-hours convenience store at silibin where at that time i bought a bar of mentos. but the classic fruity mentos was no more, there was only this new improved mentos with jelly inside which cost two ringgits and forty sens double the price of the classic mentos which is only one-twenty. i thought to myself, why would they change something as good as mentos. as my eyes were twitching, a sudden thought struck my insignificant head. i thought of how eccentric it is on how life's work- just like mentos. life changes and so does every thing around you, for better or for worse. as for the changes in the mentos, it is for the better.

as for me, i am starting anew, forgetting the loathesome tales of the past, moving on, changing, like mentos.

p/s i should get paid for advertising mentos :P

Contrary to Happy Reality

September, 2010, thought to be one of the unsurpassable moments in life. yet, the dream started off with a bad start already. my existence is unknown- insignificant figure sitting tirelessly in front of the computer screen. my eyes are paining from staring consistently at the computer.

i am starting to pen down all the things i do every day, like a diary, but awfully dull. I am immature, laying still in piles of old memories, like pigs slacking in mud. i do'nt know how to cry so i learnt to laugh. rapturously, i laugh. i'm no different from a person ratarsed from drinking whisky. i love to berate people, that's a part of me. i loathe criticism, yet i love to criticise. thats is what i am, accept it. i do not need to brag or elucidate any nonsense further. happy ?

stupid !

i have been very bored these days, life is not the way it used to be. stupid life.

i only have six people in my followers list. stupid people.

as i'm writing this stupid entry, i'm being stupid myself. pff

'pff' is an error (stupid apathetic expression)

how stupid ? pff.

hello BELOVEDPEOPLE of earth, rapturously saying: YAY!! LIFE DOESN'T GET BETTER THIS. its been a while since i have updated my blog. i have nothing to write, my mind is officially blank. i cannot think that good any more, i blame the new diet i have been taking. damn you cinnamon apple tea diet !! the headline above the terrible writing above this terrible writing was just a stupid way to make a comeback after a long quiet, no blogging period. why does the word blog and the word's derivatives underlined as errors. stupid word and its derivatives.

right now i'm wasting my precious time, which can be used for studying, watching HOWIMETYOURMOTHER reruns. i love watching this show my arm-spread-open-length's much. this is my 9th most favourite show after GLEE, THE KING OF QUEENS, RULES OF ENGAGEMENT, MY WIFE AND KIDS, THE SIMPSONS, PARENTHOOD, MONK and UGLY BETTY. i don't know what the hell i'm writing about ? maybe its because i'm bored.