.Possibly Just Fiction.

Working Girl

2011-12-07T19:30:00.000+08:00

What do I think about work? I think it's great. Maybe I'm lucky because I get to do something that I enjoy and don't mind doing on a daily basis. I believe getting a Business Degree was one of my best choices because it's so flexible in terms of industry and job position choices. The 9pm-5pm corporate life. I like it. It's not that bad. It makes me wonder...why are people so afraid of being a corporate slave?

December Date.

2011-12-06T22:44:00.002+08:00

It's December but feels like July. The months are passing by way to quickly. A few months ago, I tweeted 'i call this year the "Reality Check" and it is needed." It's been an interesting year. University graduation, start of an interesting career and still being in love. I discovered a lot of new things about myself and the world around me. The term reality check pretty much sums it up.

December is a month of tying up loose ends. I could feel the challenge of 2012 and how completely different it will be. I will blog as I go through it.

I cannot wait!

Oops.

2011-12-03T00:22:00.001+08:00

Okay, let's revive this deadness. 1. 2. 3. Go.

Look at this marriage proposal!

2011-05-22T15:11:00.000+08:00

Apparently it's the greatest!

Aww!

Re:Break Up Spam

2010-06-07T22:19:00.001+08:00

Who else have been getting spams into their gmail inbox? Needs stronger filter. Some can be quite amusing. This is the recent most recent one:

The "You really got the guts to break up with me over email,bitch??!?!" snippet on my inbox got my attention. Naturally, for some strange reason, my first reaction was that it was an ex but that didn't make sense because that would be completely ridiculous because I haven't broken up with anyone since before Iphone was introduced and that I would never break up with anyone over an email. Then, my second thought was that it was an email wrongly sent to me which would be so effing funny.

But no, just spam.

No, don't go to the link, it'll probably mess up your pc. Or Not safe for work. Or life.

Funny spams, galore.

My newfound lace fetish.

2010-05-06T21:54:00.000+08:00

I am strangely fond of lace. I never really thought of it until my birthday week last month in which I just had to find a lace dress. This is a snippet of it. Maybe I'll upload a proper picture one day.

This post is just an excuse for a (un)related lace pattern pic spam:


Credit

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As much as I love lace, I'll put a limit though. These Shu Uemura lace eyelashes? Maybe not.

Zombie Month!

2010-05-04T22:31:00.006+08:00

May is Zombie Awareness Month!

Wear gray ribbon to raise awareness of the zombie apocalypse! At least, according to the people at Zombie Research Society. Who knew, huh?


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The reason why it is in May is because most of Zombie movies were set in May.

Zombies are my current fascination or rather, stress reliever. Shooting them in the head or just axing their limbs off on Left 4 dead 2, that is. Oh yes, very satisfying. Especially the shoot them in the head and watch it explode part. Seriously though, I am not an advocate of violence. In fact, I can't even watch a violent movie without flinching. The last Batman movie with Heath Ledger? I walked out. I'm that much of a wimp.

I do like serial killers, though. Their stories and psychological analysis fascinates me to no end.

Back to the zombies. I don't normally play shooting video games but my boyfriend introduced me to a Rambo Arcade game at Pyramid and I got hooked. At one time, I wore a Baju Kebaya playing that game because we just got off someone engagement party. ~~I am sure I looked hot.~~ So yes, I am a complete noob. I got the game out of sheer game shooting addiction. The gore of head exploding kept me going because honestly, I suck. I was so determined not to use cheat, it took me 2 months to finish a campaign. Well, it's not technically finished....I am not a gamer, okay? I just like shooting those freaking zombies!

Another Zombie related thing I like are these:

Of course, it's sold out. I don't care if it looks tacky but I would so wear this everyday. I would get married in these, seriously. There's even flats for this but I think the high heels look sexier, in the geeky zombie fangirl kind of way.

I could so wear this during a real Zombie apacolypse. Totally equipped, plus all of this:Guide.

Screnzy Time!

2010-04-01T15:20:00.002+08:00

100 Pages, 30 days! Script Awaaaay!

http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/

I'm writing a series of short films. Bits of pieces from my (lame) short stories and another person's (more awesome) short stories as well as hopefully, original ones.

I'm using Celtx to write, it seems awesome. This will be my official screnzy. I have my Celtx open and brb, writing a script!

Fail Ad on a Saturday.

2009-12-19T16:55:00.002+08:00

There is a leaflet, one of those ads they put in between the newspaper. It is coloured, with readable font and understandable enough. From what I gather is that it is for those interested in getting passive income from...wait for it...within the comfort of your house through E-Shopping. The product/service can be whatever we wish to sell as long as they are everday product(food/beverages/housewares etc) Basically, this "company" acts as an agent to deliver the product(within 24 hours!) and of course, you make money from referral too.

Sounds like a good idea. Malaysia is a bit behind in the E-Shopping era. I don't think we have the groceries from the internet just yet but there is a demand. So, hey. Bring it on, right?

The problem I have with this advertisement is that there are too much facts but lack of communication.

1. The "where" input on the ad says one of the largest retailers in the world. Sounds impressive but there's no actual name of this largest retailer. Smart, right? Super smart.

2. It says E-shopping. But there is no URL to this said site.

3. The best part of it all is that, there is no name of company whatsoever on the laflet. None at all. Meaning I can't even google it because it is a pointless ad.

There is, of course, a phone number.The only way for inquiries is to call this Zainun person.

If say they slipped in 200 leaflets on Saturday and 100 people were interested on the same day. Is Zainun going to be by the phone at all times answering to 100 calls and inquiries which will take up to at least an average of 10 minutes of conversation? In that 10 minutes, how many people will redirected to a voicemail because Zainun could not pick it up?

Wouldn't it be more efficient if they just have a website and post the url on the as? The website will have all the basic information and then, the contact number/email for further questions. I think a sense of trust can be formed from actually seeing the e-shopping site. Or at least know who the hell they are.

I am a marketing major but I think a thirteen year old selling her home made hairbands know more about this than Zainun ever will.

Hence, I think this "company" is full of bull crap and another ethnic attempt at multilevel marketing.

I shall now end my ranting and take my time to get over how stupid the advertisement was.

2009-12-06T07:07:00.001+08:00

Well, I don't update this blog as much because, yes I know, I'm utterly horrible at fiction. I shall now revamp this space as the "What I Wanna Say, You Can Fark Off If You Don't Like It" space. As if we don't have enough of those already. So, yes. Maybe I'll squeeze a story of two in between but for now, I'm leaving the creative amazing storytelling to my other half, Shahriman Latif. :)

Here is my formspring , leave little notes if you wish. Anon or not.

I shall now wish a Good Weekend and a Happy December!

2009-04-22T11:09:00.005+08:00

"I love you, sayang. See you later."

Her husband leaned forward to kiss her goodbye. She watches as he drove away, for work. She sighs, alone again. She walks towards the baby room, slowly. Her heart heavy, dreading. Little Faris, barely three weeks old, in his crib. Wearing his red baby clothing, knitted by her mother. Her husband have changed him, before breakfast. She watches, as Faris on cue, starts to whimper.

Feeding time. Again.

She closes her eyes as she she gingerly picks him up. She caught a reflection of herself, holding the baby and she froze. Strange, the word she would use to describe it. Her baby, smells of roses and sweetness. She gags. She sat on the sofa, preparing to breastfeed her child. Her child. She has a child, a baby. She winced as he starts to suckle. She curses her breasts for producing milk. She curses the pedetrician, her mother, her husband and her mother for making her do such as a barbaric act

This will make you bond more, they said.

And she wonders if that will ever be a reality.

Running Away

2009-04-21T10:48:00.004+08:00

People get murdered at 1AM in the morning. She wondered if someone would jump on her from behind and start stabbing her. After all, it is not always to find a fifteen year old girl alone with her mom's beat up Perodua, smoking a cigarette and star-gazing in the middle of the night at a potential rape location such as this. The rest stop was badly lit and the particular highway was nothing but a long stretch of trees and tar, perfect for drivers going 200km/h.Sighing, she feels her pocket for what was left and contemplates her next destination.

#13 of the 100 list

Hope

2009-01-13T14:57:00.001+08:00

She hears the screams of her neighbors,
The fading sound of pain and hope,
She is confined,
Within broken walls,
And fallen houses,
A small space,
God had provided,
To shelter her,
She sits there,
Her mouths dry,
She sees her mother’s hair,
Under the stones, and red,
She hears her brother’s cry,
She touches the heated wall,
And sang a lullaby.

I see.

2008-10-29T16:40:00.002+08:00

Dark red,

like that soft silky dress,

against your dark brown curls,

and your cinnamon skin

Dark red,

like your soft moisten lips,

when you speak, flow of words,

when you scream, beautiful

Dark red,

vibrant over the room,

the beauty I saw last, feel,

Of you and what's left of you

Meow!Woof!

2008-08-18T14:50:00.003+08:00

Alasan Sahaja: Ni Bodoh, saya tau. I tried.

Woof! Woof! Saya anjing ganas!

Tapi ibu kata, saya kucing. Anak kucing.

Meow? Meow! Saya gigit!

Hmm… tak macholah!

Saya nak jadi anjing ganas! Anjing ganas nampak cool. Contohnya Addo, anjing jiran sebelah. Hari isnin lepas, ada pencuri masuk rumah tuan Addo tetapi Addo takutkan pencuri . Addo gigit punggung pencuri tu! Best! Pencuri tak takut dengan kucing, dia tendang kucing adalah.

Woof! Rawr! Eh, salah.... Itu Harimau.

Tapi kadangkala, saya suka jadi anak kucing. Sebab manusia kecil, Nana, suka peluk saya. Nana wangi! Bau strawberry waktu pagi, bau orange waktu petang!

Sebab Nana, saya tak kisah jadi anak kucing!

Hello.

2008-08-15T17:47:00.006+08:00

This is my place, in this room. Her room, as messy as it. I don’t mind, really. For this is hers and she is always, almost always, in here. This is her sanctuary. Her place to do whatever she wishes.

Apparently, I am very cuddly. As she would take me out of my chair and cuddle me. My big comfortable soft cuddly self.

Her warm body against me, stroking and burying her face against my soft fur. I am a big one and she finds it pleasant, when she rests herself against me. But she is a strange one really, as she would turn me over on the bed and rests her head on me like a pillow as she reads a book or play around with her cellphone. Even stranger still, she would randomly tickle my belly, spank me on my bottom or poke my eye.

But it is alright. I don’t mind. I like her doing those stuff, really.

I am thankful for Valentine’s Day, for I am a Valentine’s gift. That strange man took me away from my fellow friends and into a strange moving contraption that is called a car. I was quite bitter at first and slightly nervous, I admit. He seemed a little too old to have a teddy bear, granted I was half his size. What events will this strange man have for me?

And then I met her, I remember her squealing in surprise. She cuddled me and my resentment went away. That night, she took me home. That night, I became addicted to her hugging.

That strange man was a wonderful valentine. That strange man is now her boyfriend, I believe. I overhear her on the phone before she sleeps, talking to him. Every night. Over everything and nothing. It's disgusting.

But still, I feel sorry for that strange man.

Because he doesn’t get to see her in all her glory as she walks out of her bathroom, smelling like lemon and nothing but pleasantries.

I do.

Me.

The Brown Teddy Bear.

Now excuse me, I have to go. It’s getting late and she wants me in bed.

Good night.

Kata

2008-08-07T17:48:00.007+08:00

Alasan Sahaja: Kali terakhir saya menulis sesuatu berbahasa melayu yang berbemtuk sastera adalah SPM 2004. Maaf, jika terkeliru atau ada yang aneh. Ini hasil cabaran dari seseorang. :)

Ada waktu,
kata-kata mengusung makna,
membentuk emosi, lukisan,
Gambaran peristiwa, berwarna

Ada waktu
dimana kata, hanyalah kata,
sekadar sandiwara, pelukan diri,
Basa basi, jalinan fiksi

Ada waktu,
Hati tidak membentuk kata,
Tidak bisa berbicara, terdiam,
terperosok dalam kesunyian,

Ada waktu,
kita adalah kata-kata,
bagaikan suatu pustaka,
antologi tarian kehidupan

Yours.

2008-07-25T13:57:00.003+08:00

Oh, I need sugar in my tea,

More than this, spoonfuls and white,

And where is my milk and my 20 stirs?

They way you made it, made my evening tea,

This dish is tasteless, skinless, pointless,

Dry plate of healthiness, apparently,
I need the Masak Lemak, a plate of Rendang,
The dinners you made, made for me,

The hands of strangers, they are cold,
The certificates, rehearsed compassion,
This house, These people; they are not you,
Where is the warmth of your voice, your embrace?

Change.

2008-07-24T17:20:00.003+08:00

None to notice, you don’t try,

This man, in his ragged green hat,

This man, in his teared white shirt,

This man, in his unwashed brown pants,

If you had looked up, if you noticed,

He is, just like you and me, human.

None to notice, you don’t try,

This man, probably in his 40s,

Looking much older than he should,

Probably had dreams, had goals, hopes,

Worn that suit you wore, nicer tie, nicer shoes,

Drove a car, a family, a career, your life,

This man, begging, with his head down.

Remember.

2008-07-02T12:58:00.007+08:00

I remember last October,

I saw the frame still by my bed,

You were holding my hand,

Lips touching, smiling,

Tasting of mint and chocolate,

Marshmallows and sweet you,

I remember my last birthday,

I saw our pictures after,

The one of you in lavender,

Your hair up, lips cherry red,

Behind me, your hands around me,

Chocolate birthday cake, Surprise party

I remember our last anniversary,

I saw the gift you gave me,

Neatly still in that white box,

Pink ribbons, Home made card

Soft material, my favourite colour,

Candle-lit dinner, wine stained,

I remember that last conversation,

I saw the café as I pass by,

Ice lemon tea, club sandwich,

None for me, and then you knew,

Words, words, words; Confessions,

Excuses, Apologies and The Ends,

I remember last Thursday,

I saw you across the street,

With a grin on your face, I'm glad,

And an ice cream cone in your hand,

Do you still like Chocolate Mint, I wonder,

Marshmallows, Sweet You.

Gone

2008-06-22T19:38:00.000+08:00

A drabble:100Words

Little Eva was missing for 32 days, 8 hours, 23 minutes. She did not know, however. Little Eva was little in so many ways; she was only 5 months, 18 days, 2 hours, 41 minutes old. She knows not of who her parents were, although she would probably greet them with her toothless smile when they cuddle her in relief. She knows not that she was taken, for she was being treated like she was their own child. Little Eva’s new parents, a man and a woman of 33 and 37, who have craved for a baby of their own.

Twilight

2008-06-02T22:44:00.000+08:00

A drabble:100Words

It was twilight. The sky a blend of orange, blue and purple and it was raining just slightly. We sat there in the car, watching the sun disappear. He was holding my hand, warm as it always was. I could not help but touch his eyelashes; they were long for guy of twenty four. “So, when are you planning to tell me?” He asked, smiling. He kissed me softly, like always. His hands softly tickling my belly, I gasped.

Seven months later, she was born. The sky a blend of orange, blue and purple and it was raining just slightly.

Hush.

2008-05-19T22:42:00.002+08:00

“I miss him, still.” She said. We were sitting on the somewhat rusted swing set not far from her house. It was fairly quiet for a Friday evening; playgrounds are not as popular as it was before with parents preferring their children to play indoors. Our swings creaked as we moved in a synchronized rhythm.

She was expecting a respond. I did not know what else to say. Today was his anniversary, of his death. Three years since he had gone missing, since he was presumed dead. Three years since I have seen her smile a real smile. She does not believe he is gone. “I see him in my dreams, he told me to wait.” She told me once, on his birthday a few weeks back.

His body was never found. They never found the rest of the passengers either. The plane crashed somewhere in the South China Sea and dispersed. Not a trace found. It was an unsolved case.

I remember, the moment I heard about it. The first thing that I remembered was her. It was just a thought, a thought that to this day pulls me into a bundle of guilt. The moment I heard that he might be gone forever; I thought “Maybe, she can be mine now.”

“I’m in love with her. I told her that yesterday. You should have seen her face. I don’t know why she looked surprised but yeah… she didn’t expect it.” He told me once. I smiled and did my duty as a supporting best friend. I was happy for him, really.

She was one of my best friends too. When he was gone, I stood by her. I comforted her, I was there for her. She went into shock for the first three weeks. She is still in shock now.

Once during a sleepover, she was talking in her dream, about him. She was telling him to not go, that she loves him. That she was sorry. I don’t know why she was sorry. I remember, lying next to her. My heart ached as she woke up with a startle, her body shaking. She was crying. I wrapped my arms around her and pull her back to bed, stroking her hair and whispering calming words.

I knew, then, that I love her. No, that I was in love with her.

The day he was confirmed missing, I had a dream myself. Of him. We were in the mamak stall that we usually hang out at, ordering our usual drinks and Naan. He pinched my cheek and told me that even though she’s his girlfriend, I am still his best girl buddy in the world. Then, he told me to take care of her. He told me to take care of myself. He told me to go find love.

“Don’t move! There’s a butterfly on your head!” She whispered, bringing me back to the present. I turned my head slowly towards her, she was smiling. She was staring somewhere above me with a glimpse of her real smile. “How silly…”She muttered, her eyes following the departing butterfly. I could not get my eyes of her.

“I love you.” I blurted out. I felt myself turning red, my body tensed. I could not believe I said that. Her eyes snapped at me. And then she laughed. That all out laughter that I haven’t heard since that tragic February.

“Of course you do! I love you too, silly! You’re my best friend!” She said, rolling her eyes and hugging me lightly. I laughed with her.

And then I said, “And yes, I miss him too…But I know, wherever he is, he’s fine. Because he knows we’re fine…”

She was smiling now, that smile of hers. I smiled back. I knew better than to hope.

He wants me to be here for her and I am. I’m doing this for him and for her. And for myself.

Our swings creaked louder as we pushed ourselves against the ground, going faster and higher. Her eyes were closed, her face calm.

I knew then, this is how it should be. And I’m okay. And she’ll be okay, too.