... now take me away... far far awayTuesday, 31 March 2009
Sunday, 29 March 2009
Why Should I?
After the long list of empty promises, why should I continue waiting on another promise that is not promising enough to be fulfilled?
Bintang Kecil 2007
Huhuhuhuhu.. now beat that.. errmm.. apa follow up utk bebudak ni?
hope my proposal that the previous Anugerah hopefuls be given a chance in a local production house's next production is taken up..
hope my proposal that the previous Anugerah hopefuls be given a chance in a local production house's next production is taken up..
Friday, 27 March 2009
Jeffcatz's Aku
cool stuff.. good music, good vocals.. good company of fellow musicians.. someday we'll collaborate.. we'll add on to the colours of the Singapore music scene, Insya Allah..
congrats, Bro Jeffcatz, on the release of Aku.. am still mesmerised by your live performance just now..
thank you, Bro Mansoor Mohamed, for this great opportunity to collaborate with you once again..
"What's with you and the birds? Cenderawasih.. Kelawar.."
"Kelawar is bat.. and bats are not birds.. they're flying rodents.."
lol.. hillarious..
Footnote
Mansoor Mohamed is Tania band's keyboardist and ex-vocalist for Singapore band Varna.
Jeffcatz is lead singer of Live Your Dream's 1st runners-up CatsinEcradle.
Diintai Kelawar is a social critique on a lesser-known phenomenon. Revelations of its existence came to light during a brain storming session for Suria drama series Anak Adam, by 3G Karma.
congrats, Bro Jeffcatz, on the release of Aku.. am still mesmerised by your live performance just now..
thank you, Bro Mansoor Mohamed, for this great opportunity to collaborate with you once again..
"What's with you and the birds? Cenderawasih.. Kelawar.."
"Kelawar is bat.. and bats are not birds.. they're flying rodents.."
lol.. hillarious..
FootnoteMansoor Mohamed is Tania band's keyboardist and ex-vocalist for Singapore band Varna.
Jeffcatz is lead singer of Live Your Dream's 1st runners-up CatsinEcradle.
Diintai Kelawar is a social critique on a lesser-known phenomenon. Revelations of its existence came to light during a brain storming session for Suria drama series Anak Adam, by 3G Karma.
Little Girl Lost
how could anyone not cry?
she lost her dad at nursery level (around 3 years old) and then her mother at 11 years old..
Dear God, please give her strength to go through this.
Amin.
she lost her dad at nursery level (around 3 years old) and then her mother at 11 years old..
Dear God, please give her strength to go through this.
Amin.
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
In the name ...
Trust me, practise does not make perfect. I am as drained as I was in 2005, 2006, 2008, and, of late, March 2009 (the missing forms).
Rejection leaves you drained. So drained that you would want the earth to swallow you whole. There was that element of not being the (few) chosen one(s). And that there was that moment of hopes raised high, waiting with abated breath. There were also those mental rehearsals of "Oh! I don't believe this!". And how about the many rehearsed looks of shocks when your name is finally being called? Can't miss that one out! But, most of all, there was crushed ego. And then the awkward silence that followed.
Right now, I feel drained. Drained to the last drop of moist. No, it was not because I walked all the way from Street 22 to Street 13. Walking is as natural as breathing. Walking is as natural as whipping out a stick of cigarette to puff on. Walking is as natural as me going into the studio and start creating something out of nothing. Walking is as natural as me penning words to melody lines. Walking is as natural as me going into a room full of bright-eyed little ones eager to impress and be impressed. Walking is as natural as poking a bunch of adoloscents at the right spots to ensure they produce impressive remarks/ideas. Walking is, most unfortunately, not as natural as being drained.
A friend claimed that it could have been an oversight. I could have been overlooked. Huh? My contributions that tiny? Another told me to be patient. True. Until the cows come home. Another advised me to write an appeal. Nice as it sounded, sorry, I don't do doggy style. A brave one told me to consider my options. WHAT??? AND LEAVE THOSE BUNCH OF EAGER-EYED LITTLE ONES AND EASILY IMPRESSIONABLE ADOLOSCENTS??? .. nice thoughts.. but hey! A glimpse of Monday, 11 August 2008 crept in. That hot afternoon (the air condition was off), Monday, 11 August 2008, gave a smirk. Told you so.. it mouthed.
I am not pinning the blame on anyone under the same roof. We all move towards the same direction. We all share the same goals. We all are looking at the same vision with the same anxious smiles across our faces. No, here, my contributions were well rewarded. My contributions were recognised. But, hell no, I am human. Humans are reward-driven. (read: Maslow's theory of needs). The bigger the reward, the greater the satisfaction.
Sorry, Mr Writer-Composer-Everything-Also-You, said my inner voice. That 5 year time line is still a long way to go. You were driving too fast. Should have dropped a gear or two. Your previous stint with the armed forces and a statutory board counted for nothing. Those songs, scripts, videos, initiatives, ideas, programmes, graphics were expected of you. Simply put, you were just not good enough.
Time line??? Time line my Aunty Annie.
The ball is in my court now.
Rejection leaves you drained. So drained that you would want the earth to swallow you whole. There was that element of not being the (few) chosen one(s). And that there was that moment of hopes raised high, waiting with abated breath. There were also those mental rehearsals of "Oh! I don't believe this!". And how about the many rehearsed looks of shocks when your name is finally being called? Can't miss that one out! But, most of all, there was crushed ego. And then the awkward silence that followed.
Right now, I feel drained. Drained to the last drop of moist. No, it was not because I walked all the way from Street 22 to Street 13. Walking is as natural as breathing. Walking is as natural as whipping out a stick of cigarette to puff on. Walking is as natural as me going into the studio and start creating something out of nothing. Walking is as natural as me penning words to melody lines. Walking is as natural as me going into a room full of bright-eyed little ones eager to impress and be impressed. Walking is as natural as poking a bunch of adoloscents at the right spots to ensure they produce impressive remarks/ideas. Walking is, most unfortunately, not as natural as being drained.
A friend claimed that it could have been an oversight. I could have been overlooked. Huh? My contributions that tiny? Another told me to be patient. True. Until the cows come home. Another advised me to write an appeal. Nice as it sounded, sorry, I don't do doggy style. A brave one told me to consider my options. WHAT??? AND LEAVE THOSE BUNCH OF EAGER-EYED LITTLE ONES AND EASILY IMPRESSIONABLE ADOLOSCENTS??? .. nice thoughts.. but hey! A glimpse of Monday, 11 August 2008 crept in. That hot afternoon (the air condition was off), Monday, 11 August 2008, gave a smirk. Told you so.. it mouthed.
I am not pinning the blame on anyone under the same roof. We all move towards the same direction. We all share the same goals. We all are looking at the same vision with the same anxious smiles across our faces. No, here, my contributions were well rewarded. My contributions were recognised. But, hell no, I am human. Humans are reward-driven. (read: Maslow's theory of needs). The bigger the reward, the greater the satisfaction.
Sorry, Mr Writer-Composer-Everything-Also-You, said my inner voice. That 5 year time line is still a long way to go. You were driving too fast. Should have dropped a gear or two. Your previous stint with the armed forces and a statutory board counted for nothing. Those songs, scripts, videos, initiatives, ideas, programmes, graphics were expected of you. Simply put, you were just not good enough.
Time line??? Time line my Aunty Annie.
The ball is in my court now.
Monday, 23 March 2009
Goddamnit!
In the name of Integrity, Service, Excellence, they LOST my forms! Including another colleague's!
My foot. It's these menials who tarnish the good name of the government.
Tsk..
You have my sympathy.
It is not easy leading life with a face only a mother can love. Why not at least try giving a shot at being nice to the people surrounding you? Drop that air of arrogance. You are ugly enough without that mask of arrogance. Chuck that veil of "I married the best person on earth" when, in actual fact, you married a wannabe, just like your repulsive self.
Bumping into you just now marred the good news i received.
Yours In Scouting
Not your fellow guide.
It is not easy leading life with a face only a mother can love. Why not at least try giving a shot at being nice to the people surrounding you? Drop that air of arrogance. You are ugly enough without that mask of arrogance. Chuck that veil of "I married the best person on earth" when, in actual fact, you married a wannabe, just like your repulsive self.
Bumping into you just now marred the good news i received.
Yours In Scouting
Not your fellow guide.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
No, I can't.
I cannot stand bad grammar. Misspellings or genuine, not so visible ones, I can tolerate. Real obvious ones, a definite no. You might think that your English is good just because you use bombastic words. You might think that you were right by exclaiming (aloud or otherwise) Not me! No, not I.
Not I.
Not I.
Saturday, 21 March 2009
Zaibaktian
Alhamdulillah. Finally Zaibaktian's album is in the works. Air Mata Lelaki (Man's Tears) will be included. Co-wrote that song with Wawan, an ex-Griffithsian. After the hiccups of Suara Itu (supposedly sung by Hadi Mirza) and Per Che Ti Amo (supposedly by Man Toyak); to learn that Air Mata Lelaki is to be recorded is definitely a relief.
Good luck for your project, Bro.
Good luck for your project, Bro.
Thursday, 19 March 2009
The Promise
Alas, I have given up hoping and waiting for the This Package cannot be taken with That Package but you can take The Other Package because this The Other Package would mean that you would be able to pay off after you have completed your stint at the Uni.
It was December when I applied. It is already mid March now.
It was December when I applied. It is already mid March now.
The Veil
Under the very thin veil, they went on a Non-drafted Progenitor Initiated Expedition with a bunch of Baden Powell's followers to the oldest rainforest in the world. The catch -- these Non-drafted Progenitors are progenitors of the followers themselves. In other words, it was a family holiday.
"The gaffer doesn't approve, lah.." said the Chief of Progenitors.
I may be black, but I definitely am not stupid.
May those trolley-pushing kids gain the independence they sought in the rainforest.
"The gaffer doesn't approve, lah.." said the Chief of Progenitors.
I may be black, but I definitely am not stupid.
May those trolley-pushing kids gain the independence they sought in the rainforest.
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Taman Negara
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Huh??
"Goodness Gracious Me!!!" said I, right hand smack on the left chest."What possessed you people into thinking that I am talking about the thing ... and the thing ... and the thing ... that went tink tink tink ... and the ... what the ..." I exclaimed again, mouth rounded to a perfect capital letter O.
I'm sure you did not miss the smug that crossed my face for a split of a second.
Ooops. You'd need a dictionary. Again. My sincere apologies.
You people need coffee to go along with that pack of lies? Kopi halia. Nice. No. The song stands.
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
The Winner Takes It All
any violent objections?
just who the copulate are you trying to fool? that's not the way he ends his sentences.. and that is definitely not his style.. i may be black, but i am far from stupid
No, this song is not for him.. it is for us
aaaaaaaaawwww.. how i pity her.. (are u ppl singing the same song, with the same sentiments/mood as the woman?)
aaaaaaaaawwww.. how i pity her.. (are u ppl singing the same song, with the same sentiments/mood as the woman?)
Monday, 9 March 2009
Sekalung Simpati
Pranala ke kamus dalam talian Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka ada di sebelah kanan.
Ini kali terakhir saya meluluskan entry daripada manusia bacul.
Semoga ditemukan dengan separuh daripada garam lautan ilmu para guru.
Errrm... solat subuh 2 rakaat, ok?
Ini kali terakhir saya meluluskan entry daripada manusia bacul.
Semoga ditemukan dengan separuh daripada garam lautan ilmu para guru.
Errrm... solat subuh 2 rakaat, ok?
Sunday, 8 March 2009
It was said that ...
1. Saya kalah senikata terbaik.2. SRW kalah Piala Wanita Terbaik.
3. Kak Along kalah Juara Terbaik.
Keputusannya: Saya kalah.
Di mana komen saya yang panjang berjela?
**KelKatu tersenyum tengok kepala mancis dah basah.. kena titis hingus.. belerang dah berkecai.. takleh gores dah.. lighter? cuber ler..**
Friday, 6 March 2009
Warkah Kepada Tuhan
Tuhan
Siapalah aku hendak mempersoalkan kudratMu. Naudzubillah.
Tadi hadir anak kecil berbaju kurung dan berpurdah di pejabat. Anak kecil itu meninggalkan Ibu yang sudah terkujur menjadi jenazah di rumah --- hanya untuk menduduki kertas karangan di sekolah. Aku dakap anak kecil itu. Aku kucup dahinya. Aku usap kepalanya.
Siapa sangka pada usia sekecil itu sudah bertaraf yatim piatu? Siapa sangka tempiasan ketulusan wajahnya meninggalkan kesan sedalam ini.
Rahmat pasti menanti. Tabahkanlah hati anak kecil itu, Tuhan.
-Dyan KelKatu-
PS: Hargailah orang yang tersayang. Esok mungkin sudah terlewat.
Siapalah aku hendak mempersoalkan kudratMu. Naudzubillah.
Tadi hadir anak kecil berbaju kurung dan berpurdah di pejabat. Anak kecil itu meninggalkan Ibu yang sudah terkujur menjadi jenazah di rumah --- hanya untuk menduduki kertas karangan di sekolah. Aku dakap anak kecil itu. Aku kucup dahinya. Aku usap kepalanya.
Siapa sangka pada usia sekecil itu sudah bertaraf yatim piatu? Siapa sangka tempiasan ketulusan wajahnya meninggalkan kesan sedalam ini.
Rahmat pasti menanti. Tabahkanlah hati anak kecil itu, Tuhan.
-Dyan KelKatu-
PS: Hargailah orang yang tersayang. Esok mungkin sudah terlewat.
Headlights Dimmed
Never knew that I could be affected.
One
A charge of mine charged with molestation. Differing views from 4 other charges. Am I to blame? What would it have been if I had kept my cool and insisted that he stayed on with me that fateful evening? What would it have been had I been firm enough in not letting him go off? Would it have been a totally different story if I had gone by the book and reported the accuser of using vulgaritites and threatened bodily harm to another girl? Am I biased in passing judgement, albeit in my head?
You have to face the music. There is no Men's Charter.
No names mentioned.
Two
A dear barely 11 year old charge lost her mother last night who succumbed to cancer. She already lost her father when she was barely out of the cot. If it is time to go, it is time to go. Death is a definite destination. But the trauma/effects it has on a kid that small sent a sharp pang in my compassion circuit. Be strong, Little One.
Berapa dekatkah mati itu?
Lebih dekat daripada urat leher.
How near is death?
Nearer than the veins in your neck.
One
A charge of mine charged with molestation. Differing views from 4 other charges. Am I to blame? What would it have been if I had kept my cool and insisted that he stayed on with me that fateful evening? What would it have been had I been firm enough in not letting him go off? Would it have been a totally different story if I had gone by the book and reported the accuser of using vulgaritites and threatened bodily harm to another girl? Am I biased in passing judgement, albeit in my head?
You have to face the music. There is no Men's Charter.
No names mentioned.
Two
A dear barely 11 year old charge lost her mother last night who succumbed to cancer. She already lost her father when she was barely out of the cot. If it is time to go, it is time to go. Death is a definite destination. But the trauma/effects it has on a kid that small sent a sharp pang in my compassion circuit. Be strong, Little One.
Berapa dekatkah mati itu?
Lebih dekat daripada urat leher.
How near is death?
Nearer than the veins in your neck.
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Pascapertandingan Piala Buluh Perindu
Semoga semua berpuas hati dengan keputusan Piala Buluh Perindu 2009. Never once was I in doubt.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Perihal Makan
SARAPAN - makan pagi
MERARAU - makan tengah hari
MENGGABI - makan malam
MENTONG - makan antara tengah hari dan makan malam
MENGUDAP - antara sarapan dan merarau (coffee break)
MENAMBUN - antara merarau dengan menggabi (tea break)
TENAMBUNAN - hi-tea
IFTAR - berbuka puasa
SAHUR - makan sebelum memulakan puasa
PRASMANAN - buffet
Sumber: Mahaguru Cikgu Mohd Naim Daipi
MERARAU - makan tengah hari
MENGGABI - makan malam
MENTONG - makan antara tengah hari dan makan malam
MENGUDAP - antara sarapan dan merarau (coffee break)
MENAMBUN - antara merarau dengan menggabi (tea break)
TENAMBUNAN - hi-tea
IFTAR - berbuka puasa
SAHUR - makan sebelum memulakan puasa
PRASMANAN - buffet
Sumber: Mahaguru Cikgu Mohd Naim Daipi
Monday, 2 March 2009
Twilight Zone Ways of Communication
A looooooooong time ago, when Beverly Hills 90210 was the hottest thing on TV, and it was really hip to hang a CD on your neck, and listening to 2 Live Crew belting out Me So Horny was really really the in thing, not many of us could afford that gigantic water bottle-like gadget affectionately known as handphones. Or mobile phones. Or cellular phones.The affable ones could afford zone phones. What are zone phones? Legend has it that zone phones are like mobile phones. The only difference is, you need to be in certain zones to gain reception. I suppose Singapore Telecoms forgot to remove this sign. Thank you. It helps remind me how old I am now.
We also had pager phones. This is a cross breed of a pager and a telephone. A person pages for you, then you call that person. Both zone phone and pager phone have died natural deaths. No. You can't receive incoming calls. Only make outgoing calls.
And then there were pagers. Mine was a motorolla bought in 1992. With vibrator, okay? And it cost an additional $80. I remember paying $280 for the miserable piece of gadget right after I received my pay cheque for acting in the second episode of Sayang ... Mona. That pager had entered the drain, the toilet bowl (with urine) and also my friend's teh-O-pok-katai. I wanted to prove that my pager was durable. And water proof. The number was 4103477. Alas, the pager, too, is now in the archives of ancient history.
I also had one of these. It is called an alphanumeric pager. You press certain numbers on the keypads of a telephone and the receiver received your messages. Ultra cool. Except back then we said GEREK SIOOOOT!!! BAIK AR!!! PUASATI AR!!!!! Sure beat trying to remember 999 meant urgent. 111111 meant yes. 000000 meant can't make it. 143143143 meant i love you. 17-31707-1 also meant i love you. I lost my alphanumeric pager during one of those compulsory hari raya walkabouts with friends way back in 2000.Ooooh yeah.. in 1995, they came up with voice mail. You could leave a message. And you could have some beautiful songs belting out into the sender's ear when he/she called. My song was "kau dan aku sudah ditakdirkan bertemu..." and hers was "... dan tiba-tiba kita jatuh cinta". And a retarded U appeared on your pager. Hutchinson pager service sucks. Your introduction song would be jiggety jig. Likewise, Sunpage. Singtel was the best.
Once upon a time, in 1998, I was so madly in love. I received a message in my pager. I rushed down, whipped out a phone card and started calling my pager number (damn! i forgot the number!) to retrieve a message. I pressed ##. And punched in the password. It was 2580852. Then I pressed 1 to listen to the message. It was a very irritating ugly female gender of the canine species singing (off key) "you're my sunshine after the rain.." I think someone must have told her that she sounded cute singing as though she had her tongue wagging out of her mouth. Yes, that was how I envisaged her. Angrily, I paged for her. I sent a 3704-5555555555 message.
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Piala Buluh Perindu 2009
Keputusan penuh.
Syabas kepada para pemenang!
Johan
Neng Nyno
Naib Johan
Andika Kencana
Ketiga
Andika
Kumpulan Wanita Terbaik
Wahana Deksu
Kumpulan Harapan
Delpa
Juara Terbaik
Dendang Mutiara
Juara Harapan
Andika Kencana
Tukang Karut Terbaik
SRW
Tukang Karut Harapan
Andika Kencana
Lagu Asli Terbaik
Keris
Awak-awak Terbaik
Neng Nyno
Kesenian Terbaik
Keris
Paluan Terbaik
Neng Nyno
Paluan Harapan
Andika Kencana
Senikata Terbaik
Andika
Senikata Harapan
Neng Nyno
Syabas kepada para pemenang!
Johan
Neng Nyno
Naib Johan
Andika Kencana
Ketiga
Andika
Kumpulan Wanita Terbaik
Wahana Deksu
Kumpulan Harapan
Delpa
Juara Terbaik
Dendang Mutiara
Juara Harapan
Andika Kencana
Tukang Karut Terbaik
SRW
Tukang Karut Harapan
Andika Kencana
Lagu Asli Terbaik
Keris
Awak-awak Terbaik
Neng Nyno
Kesenian Terbaik
Keris
Paluan Terbaik
Neng Nyno
Paluan Harapan
Andika Kencana
Senikata Terbaik
Andika
Senikata Harapan
Neng Nyno