RiP 25 & 26 June...

MJ (50) death is worldwide huge news. Just like Princess Diana’s.

It is surreal. Of coz he has been out of the scene for awhile but he is the K1ng 0f P0p! The L3g3nd! He made breakthrough in the music industry. No one can be like him. Just like no one can be 3lvis Pr3sley, J0hn L3nn0n, H3@th Ledg3r and our very own P.R@ml33 and Sud1rm@n.

The exceptional always dies young. Makes you wonder if you life longer, means you’re not as terrific as these people are…..mmmmm

Unbelievable as it may seem, he has passed on and maybe for the best. He was a tortured soul. Confused, uncertain and lost. The stage is the only place that makes sense to him. When the limelight shuts, he’s back in the dark.

News of MJ’s death was sooooooooo overpowering, no one really talks about F@r@h Fawc3tt’s, 62, death caused by cancer. She died a day (or likely, less than 12 hours) before his death.

Both will be remembered as the greatest talent earth will ever have. Both left a remarkably stamp in each of our lives.

Thank you for the entertainment, thank you for the amusement, thank you for Billie jean, thank you for the mushroom turn-over hairdo and thank you for you.

May you RIP.

Time will tell...

Time flies when you’re overworked and battling with a change in life!

A lot has happen in due course and I’ve been less inspirational to write since. Loads topsy turvy last couple of months. Good and bad, happy and sad.

Weekdays are drag, weekends goes by like a bullet train.
Money drips like water, health, stamina, mental alertness going low.
Ambition is just too flimsy to get hold of especially under constant scrutiny and criticism, and last but not the least, I grew out of interest for the industry.

Even though I recently been approached for a higher post in the same industry, (yet the follow up has been slow), I cant imagine myself continuing the same daily routine, even for a different category any further.

Why cant I be in entertainment, working 4 hours a day and doing things I like and fun with and get paid luxuriously? Simply coz I’m not fated for it I guess.

Why cant I work on a cruise and work leisurely across the seas and passing continent? I only thought of the common – corporate world and mo money.

Always a ‘what ifs’, though it takes time, but fate can change so I gotta shake it, move it, and make it.

Errrr….. another 6 months before I achieve it??? Time will tell.

W@ikik1 with a vengence...

There’s always a first time for everything. I am now at Waikiki and doing work at the same time. Of coz I have no choice! Needed to get things approve even in the wee hour coz some people did not have a good time management. And because we are darn efficient, we will ourselves clean up people’s crap.

Luckily the band that is performing is darn good and help me get thru my stress breezily.

Oh well. Life’s like that…

Abused and I like it...

I brutally abused myself during my last rafting and was showing off the nature’s medal the whole week! It was a darn good irreplaceable experience and I absolutely loved it. Put aside the washing machine tumbling and almost pulling off someone’s pant for safety, rescued and pulled in over rocks and the bruises after, but it was great and priceless.

What made it more exhilarating was the pouring rain half way through the course, and one new member got kissed viciously by a rock and the marking on the right cheek may still be there up til today.

Will I do it again? Of coz!

From here on...

Bad things happen all the time. Some you can forget and some you can even laugh at and some, you just let it pass and hope you will not go through it again.

So when a bad thing happen between two people, you can either choose to drop the friendship and be complete strangers or make amend and be friends again.

In my case, I never thought I’ll turn my back on her and I knew eventually we’ll be talking again. I mean, put again the shitty event, she has been a good friend and we knew each other for the longest time. I guess our friendship is worth saving for but unfortunately I will never forget. In fact, I do not see myself being as forgiving yet. We both hurt each other during those agonizing moment but we’re putting our dispute aside and trying to salvage what left of it. I guess it’s better than a total lost. Even though, there’s rules and conditions apply now. Sigh.

Of coz things will be different between us. Of coz I’ll get cynical and she will respond sarcastically but that will be our journey from here on.

Good luck to both of us.

Almost a victim!

During my time of realization that I need to move away from my current state and face the next phase of getting serious in life, I endured myself with online acquaintances. Well it worked for some people, never know if I end up finding my prince charming (HUH! He must be gay then!) online.

3 weeks ago I met this guy from UK named M0rgan J@mes. He said he’s a divorcee and in search for love and even asked for my hand in marriage! I am never a sucker for such nonsense coz I find it so impossible and unreal. To cut the story short, he said he sent me valentine’s gift – jewellery, laptop and some UK dough. Few days later, custom officer (she claimed) called and said I’ve to pay RM4K+ tax before releasing the parcel to me. It didn’t sound right to me coz I thought the courier service will be the one to call me for any cost imposed and also when she insisted I call her hp rather than an office number. I was obviously reluctant and asked him to send me the money. He said he was offshore and not able to tt the money and persuaded me to find ways to get it. I refused! Besides, I didn’t asked him to send me any of those things!

2 days ago, and lucky that I told my colleague about it, she read in the papers of a scam of the same manner. 2 girls (I don’t even understand why they cant think the logic of this matter) was conned for RM12K and RM16K respectively.

Lucky for me am wise, witty and not wealthy. I may, in my clouded mind be a victim to this scam but my libra sense of me always thinking logically.

Ladies, do not, in any kind of desperation, be conned into an easy love online stink like this. Always keep a clear mind especially when love is a blind deal.

Away from the turvy, up with a glee...

A few gads – dining, movie, bowling, home gad, acoustica, mamaks & langkawi.

Expansion of network – old, new, online & through friends.

Actions of the moment – solitude, sweat it, power up, reviews, bucker up, fumbling, cheap thrills, smirking, boom boom.


I’m truly enduring my back-to-uplifting-self even though it burns obscenely in the pocket and now am dealing with the consequences but it’s been good and I feel a comeback :-)

I must say, and I know I’ve said it before, I’m grateful that God blessed me with reliable frens that helped me picked myself out from the rut. Sometimes I know I kinda insisted for the company, but they came thru, and so did I, in a way, on my own. It’s no surprise when I met this one particular person who is always smiling, funny, laughing and fun to be around with, I came to realized I see ‘me’ in that person and brought me back to the ground.

Ezz, meng, I found my reason why… tapi mmg adorable kan cam ‘pooh’… hehehe


On sat, I went rafting organized by the company’s sport club at Kampar. It wasn’t as challenging as Slim River but nonetheless fun and I even gulped the spring water couple of times. We did body rafting, which was cool! I hope I get to do body boarding one of these days too (or is it call ‘something else’ boarding).


I must admit I blog much less now but as and when I can and inspired, I will keep blogging coz it’s a testament of my life. At least I know what I've been up to since I started blogging especially when time flies absurdly fast! Besides, writting a diary is so yesterday kan… hehehehe….

I'm done. Thank you.

A phone call, a stark realization hit on the mind and harsh caring words needed to be said. All for the sake of a loving friendship.

We need to say it straight to the face, no matter how unwearyingly mean it is to get points across, we need to be dramatic to get things going… or maybe off. Reality is painful, especially when you’re hoping and know no one will take care of you except yourself. It takes a lot of energy to be cheerful and drain even more energy to stay distraught.

ARE YOU DONE?
That must be the most hard-hitting question someone asked me since this couple of months.

YOU CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT OTHERS. DO THEY CARE ABOUT YOU? ARE THEY THERE TO CONSOLE YOU WHEN YOU CRY, WHEN YOU’RE SAD, WHEN YOU FEEL DOWN?
I’M NOT THERE BUT IT KILLS ME TO HEAR YOU CRY. STOP CARING TOO MUCH. SOME PEOPLE JUST DON’T DESERVE YOUR TEARS AND YOUR ANGUISHES.

Remember the times we gathered when someone sent for SOS. Remember the times when someone did something no one agreed with and admitted it was wrong and wanted us to accept it coz he/she wants to make the mistake and tell them ‘I told you so’ when the time comes and still liberate them when they fall. Remember the times someone got hurt and everyone drop whatever they’re doing to be with that someone for support. Remember the times when someone moved home it became a group activity. Remember the times when someone needed a shelter, we offered our home. Remember the times we heard the tone of desperation and knew we must be there to accompany coz loneliness is a killer. Remember the times we didn’t talk but knew what’s on each other’s mind. Remember the times we hated someone’s gut but we accept all log, stock and barrel of the friendship because we’re colourful like that. Remember the times we knew, often unsaid, we’ll be there always and forever coz that's what true friends do.

Thank you for caring and loving. I love you too.