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The clock is going to hit the 6am mark soon. And surprisingly, I am in the office, sneaking way out from the plant to sip a cuppa coffee or two.

Problems come at times you are not ready.

And it smacks hard on your face. Figuratively hard. And finding a quick solution so that I can go home tomorrow for this Qurban festivity sure drives any sane person nuts. Not to tell that sleep deprievation makes the problem harder to be solved.

And I don't have one. I don't have the solution right now. And I want to go home.

I am just tired.

Chemisery

For the past couple of years, I worked with what I consider smart people, minus a bunch of oh-not-so-smart people and of course the lot of sheer moronic people. With these multicolors personalities, one with thought of this thing, and that another one have another thought of that thing, you know, it was a bowl of many crap ideas, but to my surprise, workable.

Minus the hair pulling, it was exciting though to see someone yelled at someone, screaming over the phone, threatening people over unmodifiable terms and conditions, finding quick solutions to problems that were not that head cracking, fighting in a cute teletubbies suit, it was a rainbow of many things!

Come over here, in my current place, people (or a person) seem(s) like having a huge problem in defining between chemical and chemistry. How trivia is that?

Chemical elements, and chemistry between two people DO mean different things. It does not coexist naturally like symbiosis interaction between moss and bark of a tree, or two different words (sound, spelling, pronunciation) that coincidentally share the same meaning.

Those two, might be derived from one same word (which surprisingly I don't fuckin give a damn) are uniquely stand by their own. Chemical elements - Potassium, Magnesium, Sulphur, Carbon, Aurum. You name it, single out from any periodic tables, then you have a CHEMICAL ELEMENT. I don't know. I maybe wrong. But I certainly know what does Chemical Element mean.

Phrases like "There's a chemical between you and me" or "Symbol for Kalium is Ca" or plethora of weird pronunciations, are like an amusement park. It injects you with a silent giggle you can't hold and in no time it bursts into laughter.

Where can you get such confident in someone who tells everyone a self humiliating joke? I don't know. I just found one, over here, in my own miserable self induced humiliation entertainment playground.

If someone asks me what on earth they are talking about, I will certainly tell them,

"They are cracking up Chemisery"

Life's A Box Of Chocolate

"I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away" - Forrest Gump, 1994

Photo by Zubaidah Arshad

Tick Tock

Working on Saturday is not that bad you know. Seriously.

Joyeux Anniversaire, Monsieur Arafat

When you think you have all the strengths in the world to completely erase him from your mind, you forget that you have one weak point off guard waiting to be attacked with a memory of unalike, like.... his birthday.

Happy birthday to you A, may ladyluck always be by your side.

Stand By Me

I have been up and up and up, exploring every single Ben E King's Stand By Me cover on the YouTube. Richie Sambora and Bon Jovi and their friends rocked the song. Like that homeless guy who sang the opening of Change The World theme - pure.

Because, sometimes, you need someone to stand by you.

Of Hogs, Pigs and Swoon

The last two days were nothing but ultimately humid, with a few spots of clouds high up there, giving prints to the boring ocean-blue canvas of the sky. Saturday and Sunday were lifeless, and the wall hacking from the neighbor beside, ripped me off from my sanity. The basic of common sense 101 maybe never got into the syllabus when they were kids, so I pardoned them for not having the chance to learn to the least, being Human.

And who would have thought that the sound came from the massive renovation works was not the worst part of the day. They sneaked my water right from my faucet! How civil was that, mind telling me Grandma Cement Mixer? Oooh pardon me for having memories the size of mule's balls and hog's titties put together. They didn't go to school, did they?

Harm done, my sleep was disturbed, and the display of many hunky men in my dreams were swooped away. Pretty much of collateral damage, no?

This lightheaded I suffer right now will never ease that easy.

And Ben E King, we'll talk tomorrow.

That Mr. Dungaree

There's pretty much a string of words that would sum up everything. It always appears at time of we can't be sure. Like a bubble that gracefully buoys in the air - glowing with strong a color, and the skin thins and the next we know, it has gone dispersed by the heat of the sun.

And the choices we make, the uncertainty of whether the wise decision has been made, and the consequences that will come in its way will eventually affect the path that we walk for the rest of our life. Like having to choose someone from a queue of good looking men. They are presentable from the outside, with their fanciest coats and suits, soothing cold smell from their aftershaves, the shiny shoes. You have the physicals on display. But having to choose the perfect one, won't be that easy.

Next time you are contemplating over menial matters, be reminded that you are the one who making choices over here. Not the one who waits you. Because he has made his own decision.

And you are still dreaming.

Gomol Kelantan Gomol

Live score. Negri Sembilan snatched a goal. And the Kelantanese? Hearts burnt with anger.

If only every single game this full, I propose those Englishmen tengok bola Malaysia pula.

:)

Saturday

What is more tempting other than to lay beside you, feel your breath on my skin, counting the beat of your heart, and telling you I love you? Please please please, hold me close to you, and I shall close the world behind.

Club Med

I am at Club Med Cherating, enjoying life.
Workload is left behind, and the wind slapping my face hard, not that I hate that, but it reminds me of someone.

And it smacks hard. Figuratively painful.

Thanks Sophia and Bernadette (such a classic Scottish name!). You have brightened my day.