L'été Abstrait

We all imagine ourselves as the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice on when we rise... or when we fall? Or does a force much larger than ourselves bid us our direction? Is it evolution that guides our hands? Does science point our way? Or is it God that intervenes, keeping us safe? While it's been way too long since i've last posted anything of value up here, i'm sure you all would clearly understand why. Just as stark as the winds which are so callously storming through our fair nation continues to rage on; the same transcending emotion cascades through my very lifeblood. You keep hoping that you have some control over the very life that you lead. You believe that with every passing moment, another will pass in just the same manner; deliberately and ultimately decidedly. Yet you know that for every single opportunity that life gives you, there comes a reasonably high and altogether unfallible price tag. Like a bill with ...

HUGH HEFNER HAS THREE GIRLFRIENDS. They're all blond, beautiful and nearly a third of his age. (He's 80 next year). They all live at the Playboy Mansion and recently became the subject of a television reality series. Lucy Broadbent met them all. Holly Madison breezes into the mahogany inlaid library at the Playboy mansion. She's a vision of laddish fantasy - platinum blond hair, so brassy it lights up the room, a surgically enhanced cleavage, a teasing hemline, pouting lips and endless legs that plunge into six inch spiky heels. Her appearance wouldn't be so remarkable - this is Beverly Hills afterall - except that Bridget Marquardt and Kendra Wilkinson look the same. Enough for the standing joke between them to be that they come from a blonde cloning laboratory. And all three of them happen to be the live-in girlfriends of the same man. And even that wouldn't be so extraordinary - except that the man they all share happens to be 79 years old, which is more than all...

No matter how much you try to smother the smell, it's still overwhelmingly present. It doesn't matter if you smog the hall with Starbucks' latest brew - there's no way in hell that sickly sterile smell is ever going to go away. As I sat there in the dreary lobby - on one of the most back breakingly hard chairs ever made by man - I stared silently into space. I shifted my body slightly in an attempt to physically distance myself from the growing sadness that's surfacing from below. I turned to look at my friend and instantly shared his pain. There's no hiding that he's been crying on all night; his saggy eyes and lethargic actions are a stark giveaway. I try and reason things out for him, but I know that deep down inside, it's a futile attempt. Neither one of us knows how or what the outcome will be. It was only then did i realize that this place was never meant to be a place of comfort. The feel, look and touch of the place is unitary in its purpose; to ...

I've heard this question asked a hundred, nay a thousand times. "Why aren't you seriously seeing anyone?" Simple. I'm really not into commitment(s) right now. One of my exes told me a couple of weeks ago that I'm too difficult, that my expectations are unreal. "You're wrong," I told her. "My expectations are very real indeed. What's so difficult about finding someone you're actually in love with?" She scoffed and told me that it was difficult to find someone to love if i wasn't willing to put in the time to love her in return. She was - quite obviously - right. I dated her for a couple of months. Broke up with her and saw her again for another two. She's definitely not a big fan. I'm so involved with what i'm doing right now that i can't even bother to call the girl that i'm seeing right now. I keep telling her that i'd call, but more often than not my days aren't cheery enough to even talk to any...

I've run out of things to say. Sometimes i realize that you only blog when you really don't have anything else better to do. Sometimes you blog because all you ever do is live, and you really do feel like sharing. It's about time that I admit to myself that i've not been 'living' my life. I've been too tired, too busy or too damned irritated to drag my ass out and actually do something for a change. So what do you write when you've run out of things to say? Nothing, i suppose. I could perhaps share a whole host of photos for all of you to enjoy. (and see if you're actually in them.. lol) But even that seems a little detached somehow. Yet, i suppose i'll still post them up, especially for those of you without an access to friendster (which i find really hard to believe.) Eh, by the by... who wants to buka with me?

Going back to Melbourne. Nov 17th. Thanks for the tip Maleik. (you're not going to stop me!) Wooo hooo! Telstra Dome here i come!!! Nosebleed tickets!

In the past few weeks, i've racked up a fair share of phone numbers. I have no intention of calling any of them. In fact, if we (ie, the boys in the office) were to pool the collection of numbers we have amassed over the past month we'd have our very own mini yellow pages. For a man, the act of getting a stranger's number is the most natural thing to do. The only issue is actually getting your act together long enough to actually bother going up to her and saying more than just, "Umm." It's one of the most barbaric ways of showing off our manhood. Aside from flashing our penises in public of course (i'm assuming that's still illegal). The bigger the balls (excuse my language) the bigger the amount of digits you'd end up getting. The term Big Swinging Dicks came from the mad house that is Wall Street. A street filled with ego filled, testosterone charged boys driving the latest Porsches with the week's hottest flavor sitting snugly in the passen...

"It's a sick joke," said a friend as he sipped his Coke. "Why do good guys always end up getting hurt?" I tried rationalizing it, failed, then subsequently tried to generalize it. I tried to make sense of something that; try as I might, bloody well doesn't. Good guys always, always , finish last. It's the rule of the game. And we always end up on the losing side. Girls (in general) play the game well. Imagine this: You're at a bar, a girl chats you up and asks you to accompany her home. I can say with absolute confidence that she will get you to follow like a dog on a very, very short leash. Now imagine if the situation were reversed . You'd still be the dog, but dear me, where's that bloody leash gone to? Exactly. It's not a dickey dick world we live in gents. Wake up and smell the bloody tampons (no pun intended). The truth is, boys are an easy bunch to decipher. We're like apes. We only ever want one thing. Give to us what we want...

Look, i'm not going to apologize for blogging less. My daily job is to write. And there are days when all i have..is writer's block. It used to be a pleasure inducing hobby, but now, it's become a chore. I really have nothing to write at all, even if my day(s) were filled with events which were 'blog' worthy. I spent the whole weekend at a seminar that can only be described as a downscaled version of hell, or as someone once mentioned quite aptly to me - Hell's Waiting Room. Thankfully, I brought along a book. Unfortunately I finished reading the first book after the first seminar ended. So I brought another book for the second day. Now, this book was so engrossing that I just had to finish it. So i did. Last night at 12pm. It was a 250 page book, and I finished it in a day. Definitely best book I ever read this year. It's called "Ugly Americans" just in case you were wondering. It's a funny world we live in. You never really catch a break. Eve...

By Micheal Anissimov Assuming a 1-megaton nuclear weapon, what are the optimal delivery points to maximize global damage and chaos? We are assuming a 1 megaton bomb due to simplicity - this yield is about twice that of the most powerful fission bomb produced by the US, the Mk 18, which used 60 kg of enriched uranium. With nanofactories, building extremely high-quality centrifuges will become easy, making large quantities of enriched uranium accessible to any organization with uranium ore. We will be able to do with a few centrifuges what previously required hundreds or even thousands. A few facts about uranium: uranium ore is more common than gold, mercury, silver, or tungsten, and is found in substantial quantities worldwide, including in southern Australia, Africa, and the Middle East. It is the 48th most abundant element in the earth’s crust. Pitchblende uranium (1% pure) is available on eBay for approximately $20/kg. The US Department of Energy has stockpiled 704,000 metric tons of...

"Girls can wear jeans And cut their hair short Wear shirts and boots 'Cause it's OK to be a boy But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading 'Cause you think that being a girl is degrading But secretly you'd love to know what it's like Wouldn't you ? What it feels like for a girl?" This is a snippet of a song sang by Madonna. I heard it on the way to Melaka in a car filled with boys. Yeah. I know it's weird. I don't really like the song. It's the preamble that caught my ears. A girl with the very sweetest of voices, in a very obvious English accent speaking over a broken beat. When Madonna starts singing, the song goes back to the beginning. I play it over and over again, wondering if there's any truth to her lyrics. In very many ways it is. I mean i don't have the need to wear high heels or mini skirts, but it's amazing to see how a girl with a knack for dressing gets away with more than just murder. Tight tank top, hyper min...

The word serendipity was coined by Horace Walpole 28 January 1754, in a letter he wrote to his friend, Horace Mann, the English resident in Florence. "I once read a silly fairy tale, called The Three Princes of Serendip: as their highnesses travelled, they were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of: for instance, one of them discovered that a mule blind of the right eye had travelled the same road lately, because the grass was eaten only on the left side, where it was worse than on the right." I myself have been in a fortunate situation of experiencing some form of serendipity and I have to say, that when it happens (and always when you least expect it to) the whole universe seems to shift in one direction, and for an instant you see everything as it was meant to be seen. Like missing out on a late night movie and realizing the very next day that one of the people that went along was a stranger that you've been loo...

Thank you… For always being there for me whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on. For making the best kick ass magazine in the world - and getting me Sharifah Amani's number. (you boys never cease to amaze me) For laughing with me when I was happy, and keeping me alive whenever the going gets rough. For telling me that nothing is impossible. For keeping the hope alive. For calling from faraway places, just to say hello. For calling after six years, and being able to laugh just like old times. For dreaming. And sharing them with me. For staying up so late to make sure that every single word is in its place, and that the plates have all been blackened. For asking me what size a shirt one should buy for Superman. For buying me 'Kerepok' just because I liked the one kind. For putting my favourite piece of cake on the table, even though there was no occasion for you to do so. For being optimistic. That's a gift everyone should have. For remembering the smallest things. For se...

It's been a while since i've last put up any kind of photos. So i'm going to do just that. By flooding this post with pics. The group of us at Opus on the 18th of June. Me trying to look like an idiot and Is, just being himself. In the pilot's seat. Of a Maybach 62. My heroes. The Former Prime Minister and his son.

The act of kindness is the greatest gift of humanity. Listed below are a few life lessons: - Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated. Make it a habit to do nice things for people who'll never find out. Feed a stranger's expired parking meter. When someone you know is down and out, mail them a fifty ringgit note anonymously. Be kinder than necessary. Carry a couple of inexpensive umbrellas in your car that you can give to people caught in the rain. Be open and accessible. The next person you meet could become your best friend. Never underestimate the power of a kind word or deed. Seek out the good in people. Never allow a friend to grieve alone. When going through a checkout line, always ask the cashier how she's doing. Look for opportunities to make people feel important. Remember that the nicest thing you can do for yourself is to do something nice for someone else. Don't take good health, good relationships and good friends for granted. Don't forget th...

I must give a hearty thumbs up to Pian for introducing me to the band 'A Perfect Circle'. Their song entitled Three Libras, is not only one of the most refreshing alternative/rock songs i've heard since a while, it's also reflecting what i'm going through right now quite closely. I'm actually surrounded by three libras. And all three of them are special, in every way. Librans are (by nature) very emotional people. But, their femininity is.... so intoxicating. And me, being a typical Aries (read:prick), I just can't get enough of their gentility. Grrr. How fucking addicting. If you're a girl and happen to be a libra too, stay a good distance away. Unless you want me to be hooked on a fourth libra. I need a cure. And this song isn't doing me any good. Damn you Pian. You owe me an Aquarius. At least they're 'supposedly' calmer. :D

As you get older, you realize certain things. You realize that everything around you happens for a reason, and that at no instance should you believe that you have any control over the elements that occur at any given time. It’s the machination of life and only in retrospect do you see and understand why it actually happened. Love to me, is one of life’s biggest mysteries. You really can’t choose love. It happens when you least expect it to, and if you’re really lucky, it happens in your favour. More often than not, love just happens; when you’re out shopping or having a breakfast meal with a friend. You catch the eye of someone you’re attracted to, an absolute stranger, and sparks ensue, you say hello and subsequently (if again, you’re lucky) numbers are exchanged and you sit in wonder as the theatre of romance unfolds in front of your very eyes. Yet, as you stay awake at night (probably thinking about her), you ask yourself, how on earth did it actually happen? Two absolute strangers...

This has got to be the best movie i've watched this year. If you thought Closer was good, have a gander at this one. It's as good (if not better) than Closer. And it's English. (as in Great Britain, not the spoken word..though it is obviously narrated in English.) I'm not going to bloody spoil the movie here (especially for those who've not watched it) but suffice to say that, this macabre rendition of a love triangle gone horribly wrong is an epic tale of struggle, between the passion of love and the greed of humanity. If you're thinking of watching X-Men 3, MI3, or whatever stupid sequel, prequel or drama minggu ini this weekend, forget it. Go out, look for a DVD stall and grab this movie (Match Point) with your dirty great mitts and sit your bum back home before the crowd realises what a gem this movie truly is. You're not going to be happy with the ending, but i'm sure you'll agree that (as bad as this may sound, and i'll probably be getting ...

"My dad bought me a round trip ticket back to Kansas. Now it's become a symbol for me. The day i use this ticket...is the day New York has beaten me." I grew up watching this movie. It's been 18 years since it was first released and i still put it on whenever the world feels as though it's about to crumble. Micheal J Fox became a role model for me as he went through the rigours of 80s New York..the height of the Wall Street boom. For some, nothing signified Wall Street better than the movie of the same name. I'm not going to lie to you, Wall Street is every bit as good as they say. But The Secret of My Success had a more wholesome feel to it. It was a movie that moved me. The DVD has never been off my special rack ever since i bought it off Amazon two years ago. And I never forgot that line. It's become a symbol for me. Everytime the world turns its back on me, my mind goes back to the scene when Brantley Foster (Fox) recited that line. "I'll make...

two nights ago i drove to a place, far, far away. two nights ago i talked to someone who listened more than she should've. two nights ago i realised what intoxication can do to a person. two nights ago i fell in love with my sense of smell. two nights ago i found out that there were exactly fourtyfour skyscrapers in KL. I guessed seven. two nights ago someone changed their hair two nights ago i learned that one of my brothers wears a tie to work. and with that, also loses his sense of humour. two nights ago i found out how a pashmina actually looks like; a table cloth. two nights ago i realized that i've finally gotten the answer to my questions. two nights ago i realized that i never actually asked any.