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Thursday, March 14, 2002

[Pretty flowers]

The rays of sunbeam slowly trickled through the pastel fabric curtains casting its light into the room slowly but surely. Sarah awoke immediately with utmost glee, ready to take on the new day, with new possibilities, and perhaps even new adventure! She hopped off her bed into her tiny bunny slippers as she rushed out into the living room to find the dining filled with her favourite fruits!

She settled on a sweet juicy pear to start her day off. As she ate she wondered what she would do the rest of the day...it was such a difficult decision, since there were so many things to do. Instead she just settled for not planning what to do but instead soak up all the colors and happiness that she had around her. She could see her cat Twinkles, lying on the stool, nodding off to sleep. She laughed with glee and exclaimed, 'What a lazy cat you are, Twinkles!' as she brushed Twinkles soft shiny fur.

Then Sarah decided to go walk out into the woods to pick up some flowers on the way to Grandmaw's house. Now of course you would have noticed that Sarah was Southern, I mean, she was in too good a mood to be bringing out her double-barrel shotgun just in case she met some wolf with cruel intentions, no, she was in too good a mood to do that. So to Grandmaw's it was!

She brought along her picnic basket filled with all the love and colors of her little home, which basically means nothing. No, it was an empty basket, but it was a basket filled with love. You see, Sarah was always taught that love makes the world go round, and as long as there is love, you have everything, what the world needs now is love, and love is a beautiful thing. Which basically meant that she can be joyful and maintain several foreign bank accounts at the same time. You see, people who live in the woods have a firm grasp of economics. But enough about that, we are now talking about Sarah and how her infectious happiness will radiate upon others.

The clouds contrasted on the lovely blue of the sky and the light cool breeze brushed Sarah's little red shawl whenever she skipped and danced into the woods while humming her favorite U2 song (they DID win a lot of Grammy's). As she skipped and hummed she could see from a distance away that there were some pretty yellow flowers up ahead. Excitedly she ran towards them in great anticipation.

Wow! Thought Sarah, 'these must be the prettiest looking flowers I have ever seen!' she said to herself. The dew was still evident on the yellow flowers. She couldn't really pinpoint what kind of flowers they were, but they had four vividly colored petals and a bright orange center! It kind of reminded Sarah of the oranges she saw on the dining table this morning! 'I'm sure Grandmaw would love to have a whole bouquet of these pretty flowers,' said Sarah.

She reached out to the stem of the flower and proceeded to pluck them from the ground. But not before she heard a voice that startled her.

'What are you doing, little girl?' said the voice. Sarah was taken aback as she fell on the gravel.
'Who is that?' asked Sarah.
'It is us, the yellow flowers!' came the voice.
'You can talk?' she exclaimed.
'Of course we can! We are after all living things...what brings you here?'
'I was going over to Grandmaws and I thought, how pretty these flowers must be and that Grandmaw would love to have a bouquet of these!' she explained, her face lit up with glee as she looked around to see where the voice eminated from.
'Ah, I see. Would you like to spend the day with us instead?'
Sarah thought for a moment, yes! This was indeed one of the rare moments that she hadn't planned! Grandmaw will just have to wait, as she almost immediately said 'Yes, of course!' in a louder than average voice.
So Sarah spent half the day with the flowers, talking about many things ranging from her school, to life, and what makes her happy, and what colors she liked. And in return she found out that flowers are living things with intelligent minds and friendliness to boot! She symphatised with the flowers as they told their tragic story of hardship and pain, and how their lives are destined to end in the hands of evil imperialistic florists that conjured up the whole notion of flowers as a great gift idea.

The touching story brought a tear to Sarah's eye...as she vowed never again to pick a flower from its stem that will destroy a pretty flower's hope, dreams and future. In return the flowers thanked her for her kindness, and gave her the most valuable gift of all - love. They told her that this was the gift that she could share as much as she wanted and it would never run out. But she already knew that, since her parents reminded her many years ago. Did her parents meet her flower friends too? She wondered.

But it was getting late and she had to bid them farewell and return home, but she promised to return whenever she could. Sarah skipped happily back home. She learned something valuable today, that receiving love felt as good as giving love, and happiness is indeed contagious and kindness would certainly be repaid in the future when you most need it. She wanted to spread the word out to as many people who need it as possible, so she decided to have her own website, however Sarah.com was taken so she kind of gave up on the idea.

It was a long day, and Sarah was feeling quite tired, so she retired to her bed where she closed her eyes, and eventually slept. She wondered what would tomorrow bring? But that's another story.

~ the end ~

POLICE have confirmed that Sarah* (name withheld, victim was a minor), was suffering from a substance abuse, a cocaine overdose, if you must. Officials are now on a manhunt for the parents of Sarah who are now tagged as fugitives on the biggest coke-bust ever since the last one, of course. County Sheriff Earp was quoted as saying 'man, these people ought to be brought to justice. What kind of wise *ss injects fruits with that stuff anyway?'. Inside sources inform that crates of these so-called 'fruits' are being exported to major cities across the globe. Sarah is now doing serious rehabilitation in an unnamed institution.

What, you thought flowers could talk?

Wednesday, March 13, 2002

~ error ~

Errors are excusable.

Tuesday, March 12, 2002

Happiness is not overrated >> depression is.

So it seems as though I have some kind of title for each of my logs, isn't that interesting? I think so. It takes a lot of time, thought, and tinkering to come up with something as brilliant as a brilliant title, also known collectively as the 3Ts. Now you would have guessed that I just made that up, but so goes for just about everything else that I usually add into my words to make them more interesting, just as spices enhance the flavor of the food, nonsense enhances the quality of my conversation.

Am I happy now? I should say, not really. Contented yes, and mostly in deep thought. It just dawned upon me the other day that my life is moving a bit quickly, as in, a lot quickly more like it, in a flash the new year was over and I'm finding myself in the third month of the year. How quick was that? Then I remembered someone told me that from now until when I'm 30 will be the quickest time of my life. I also remembered that someone told me that I will not amount to anything. So I guess there are certain things that I should never listen to what others say.

In fact I don't think I really do. At least for now. Is that a good thing, or is that a bad thing?

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Also on another advertising note please let people you think might benefit from reading the crap I write, know about this weblog so that I may enrich their lives with tales of happiness, sorrow, joy and laughter, blood and tears. No, let me think about it for a minute, well, less blood stories coz I probably won't have much to say unless I am bleeding profusely from an accident or from a sharp knock on my head after I subconsciously insult somebody while attempting to explain one of my theories by using a wrong analogy.

So let's talk about happiness. What makes you happy? I the last thing that made me happy was a good meal, the thing before was buying 2 rugs for less than RM20. I don't think I really remember anything before that. Yes, rugs and food. That's all in my mind right now if you're going to ask me.

I was at KL yesterday because believe it or not, I accidentally loaded my camera with a roll of black and white film I had intended to use on Friday in KL. So anyway, not wanting to leave the film in the camera for so long I thought to myself that I really needed to go out and take the pictures one way or the other. Now what prompted me to do that was on a Sunday night when I was having dinner out in the open, I looked up and saw the clearest, most beautiful sky I have ever seen. It was a blueish purple with orange clouds and it was so nice! So I thought, I should head over to KL Tower to take a nice landscape view.

And so the next day I did all the work in the office extra quick so that I could leave. And luckily there was someone standing by in the office so I actually *could* leave. Went to KL to finish the black and whites in the scorching sun. Man! It was like, you could just feel the radiation being absorbed into the skin...so I actually did speed walking and shooting coz I really didn't have much time to shoot and it was too hot to be lingering around anyway. After the roll was done, good riddance, I loaded the second roll of color film. By then I was already about 400 metres above the ground in KL Tower looking at what would seem as though to be a hazy skyline. A VERY hazy skyline. I could see perhaps the buildings immediately in front, but nothing quite like the skyline I had imagined all the beauty to be on that Sunday evening.

With that I decided that I would wait till nightfall to take some night pictures instead, because you can't see haze in the night, or so I hoped. No really. Well for about 2 hours I had to put up with tourists, tourists, and more tourists. Well, I DID look like a tourist, I have no idea why. But I was very proud of my white ticket as compared to the tourist-orange tickets. Somehow when you look like a tourist they speak to you slower. Do-you-want-a-listening-kit-Sir? was like an attempt to communicate to you in a foreign language they weren't sure about. Well anyway at least they were friendly, and I found it weird that they asked if ...let me make that, they joked-while-asking if I carried a knife. As I walked through the security gate that beeped incessantly due to my large bunch of keys and my mobile they kind of just let me go and jokingly asked 'you takde bawa pisau kan? ha ha ha ha ha', were the exact words they used. I smiled and said no. What a friendly interrogation!

So for 2 hours I had nothing to do, and I watched as people, tourists, some photographers, some would-be photographers, some people trying to be a photographer, now don't get me wrong I won't claim that I am a photographer nor a good one at that, but when someone pulls out a professional camera to take a night shot with a flash while trying to look like they are adjusting the camera to get the perfect shot, well...it just annoys me.

Plus these are my thoughts. It would be strange though if someone were critical of my thoughts. Well it isn't wrong, it's perfectly normal, but for someone to say, you shouldn't think like that, your thoughts are wrong. Is very strange indeed. I would say...okay, I will think differently then. In an honest and polite manner befitting my personality *ahem*

So anyway I took all the night shots I ever wanted, wasn't too happy about them because of the weather conditions and I think being holed up at high altitudes does make someone a little grumpy, I called it a night, had a slow drive home and watched the cars zip past me. Driving is sometimes very calming if you aren't trying to avoid the lorries that are trying to run you over and kill you, yes, I had a relaxing drive. Reached home, had a bath...and wondered when would be the right time to use my new goose feather pillows.

Maybe tonight...I've had a long day...but so did the rest of the world.

At least I've got new soft pillows.

Monday, March 11, 2002

Diets are life suppressants >> really.

Let me take you on a tour of what I had for dinner...steamed cod fish with garlic and ginger, deer meat with thick black pepper sauce sauteed with onions and sliced crispy flour strips, broiled spinach with deep fried anchovies, fresh deep fried tofu chunks in an egg based crab meat sauce, and my personal favorite accompaniment, fresh diced garlic and cili padi in soy sauce.

If you were talking about going on a diet, and if you were with me yesterday, I would totally ignore you. If you persisted, I might just be tempted to remove you from my address book. Ah! The food was wonderful, and I was glad I didn't have lunch. I think this inconsistent meal thing is taking its toll, I have gained myself about...2kgs in a week, that's not necessarily alarming but then it is somewhat of a concern, considering that my weight fluctuates at most 5kgs in a week, perhaps the scale was faulty. Hmm, perhaps it could be. Imagine how a simple life-threatening object like a scale can screw up your life! Never underestimate the power of simple everyday objects.

And yet now, after I have awoken from my deep sleep I am eating again. Makes me wonder if all that eating was necessary. Let me think about it for a while...hmm....hmm...yes it was.

I have a couple of things planned for the next week, good things, exciting things, interesting things...its a whole fun fair of a week! That and the fact that my second favorite day is a holiday. Oh, that would be Friday. PLUS Sonique and Chicane will be performing at Dewan Merdeka, PWTC on Friday. Free advertising? No. I really want to go. It just so happens that the people around me have no idea who they are...we are an MTV deprived generation, I think. Ah...I remember the times when I used to love that song...'Don't give it up...dum..dum.dum....dum..dum.dum....' and it would be like an accompanying background vocals to the voice in my head. Very cool.

So anyway if I have to I will go alone. Yes, the lone voyage. I have done that before, many times, but that was many years ago, watch a movie alone, go to a cafe and write in my little black notepad (the book was black the paper was white). But don't you think it is quite freaky if your notebook was really black? Like, with black pages and everything...hehe, yes and it would be even freakier if you wrote in blood. Okay, I think the slew of horror movies (thirteen ghosts, mothman prophecies, from hell, session 9?..etc) have warped my thought processes.

In other news, current favorite video would be...umm, Enrique Iglesias' Escape. I think it's quite well done, the exposures and the lighting is excellent. Ooo and it's playing now too, how cool is that? Ah anyway back to the song...its also quite a cool song to be driving around in, I bought the cd from an online auction site from this wiry fella who trades in these cds. It was a strange encounter because I have no idea how he got them but I got them really cheap. Anyway back to the song!!! Yet again....okay fine, you expected it, Anna Kournikova. There's something about her that's very...captivating. So says the drones of other male counterparts.

You know what, I just woke up and so I don't think the fuzziness has thoroughly gone out of my head yet. Haha, sometimes I experience the fuzziness throughout the whole day, you think there are pills to fix that? I saw some umm...kava kava supplements yesterday, at least that's what I think it was called, so I was curious because it sounded exotic, and I looked at the label - it's for helping with difficulty in sleeping. I thought for a few seconds, I do have trouble sleeping sometimes but those are the times where I have the most to say, or when I am most creative, it's like I am a whole different person, or perhaps I am modelling my life around the theme of Fight Club, which is also one of my favorite movies, but after a while I put it back and decided that lack of sleep is a privilege that few can say they enjoy. My personal record? 3 days without sleep. Your body feels limp, your brain feels like coagulated bacon grease, and you speak in a drawl.

Kinda reminds me of a typical Monday in the office.

Sunday, March 10, 2002

Diets are life suppressants >> really.

Let me take you on a tour of what I had for dinner...steamed cod fish with garlic and ginger, deer meat with thick black pepper sauce sauteed with onions and sliced crispy flour strips, broiled spinach with deep fried anchovies, fresh deep fried tofu chunks in an egg based crab meat sauce, and my personal favorite accompaniment, fresh diced garlic and cili padi in soy sauce.

If you were talking about going on a diet, and if you were with me yesterday, I would totally ignore you. If you persisted, I might just be tempted to remove you from my address book. Ah! The food was wonderful, and I was glad I didn't have lunch. I think this inconsistent meal thing is taking its toll, I have gained myself about...2kgs in a week, that's not necessarily alarming but then it is somewhat of a concern, considering that my weight fluctuates at most 5kgs in a week, perhaps the scale was faulty. Hmm, perhaps it could be. Imagine how a simple life-threatening object like a scale can screw up your life! Never underestimate the power of simple everyday objects.

And yet now, after I have awoken from my deep sleep I am eating again. Makes me wonder if all that eating was necessary. Let me think about it for a while...hmm....hmm...yes it was.

I have a couple of things planned for the next week, good things, exciting things, interesting things...its a whole fun fair of a week! That and the fact that my second favorite day is a holiday. Oh, that would be Friday. PLUS Sonique and Chicane will be performing at Dewan Merdeka, PWTC on Friday. Free advertising? No. I really want to go. It just so happens that the people around me have no idea who they are...we are an MTV deprived generation, I think. Ah...I remember the times when I used to love that song...'Don't give it up...dum..dum.dum....dum..dum.dum....' and it would be like an accompanying background vocals to the voice in my head. Very cool.

So anyway if I have to I will go alone. Yes, the lone voyage. I have done that before, many times, but that was many years ago, watch a movie alone, go to a cafe and write in my little black notepad (the book was black the paper was white). But don't you think it is quite freaky if your notebook was really black? Like, with black pages and everything...hehe, yes and it would be even freakier if you wrote in blood. Okay, I think the slew of horror movies (thirteen ghosts, mothman prophecies, from hell, session 9?..etc) have warped my thought processes.

In other news, current favorite video would be...umm, Enrique Iglesias' Escape. I think it's quite well done, the exposures and the lighting is excellent. Ooo and it's playing now too, how cool is that? Ah anyway back to the song...its also quite a cool song to be driving around in, I bought the cd from an online auction site from this wiry fella who trades in these cds. It was a strange encounter because I have no idea how he got them but I got them really cheap. Anyway back to the song!!! Yet again....okay fine, you expected it, Anna Kournikova. There's something about her that's very...captivating. So says the drones of other male counterparts.

You know what, I just woke up and so I don't think the fuzziness has thoroughly gone out of my head yet. Haha, sometimes I experience the fuzziness throughout the whole day, you think there are pills to fix that? I saw some umm...kava kava supplements yesterday, at least that's what I think it was called, so I was curious because it sounded exotic, and I looked at the label - it's for helping with difficulty in sleeping. I thought for a few seconds, I do have trouble sleeping sometimes but those are the times where I have the most to say, or when I am most creative, it's like I am a whole different person, or perhaps I am modelling my life around the theme of Fight Club, which is also one of my favorite movies, but after a while I put it back and decided that lack of sleep is a privilege that few can say they enjoy. My personal record? 3 days without sleep. Your body feels limp, your brain feels like coagulated bacon grease, and you speak in a drawl.

Kinda reminds me of a typical Monday in the office.