Friday, December 23, 2011

.pengalaman kolej.

Laluan ini gua sudah jalan seribu kali. Tapi hari ini jalan ini berbeza. Sedang gua berjalan dari parking gua ke lobi ofis gua, 'macam seorang bos', tetiba ada seorang lelaki tua kerepot menghampiri gua.

Gua takut.

Dia senyum.

Gua lagi takut.

Dia buka mulut. Gua rasa macam nak tampar muka dia tapi gua bagi peluang kepada pakcik ni dulu.

Dia tanya 'adik ni pelajar sini ka?'

Gua kata tak, "Gua pekerja sini".

Kita terus berborak kosong sampai ke lif lobi.

Di sana, gua nampak dia ambil keluar handycam dia untuk rekodkan segala perjalanan, pergerakan dan pertuturan anak dia yang mungkin sudah umur 20'an tapi mungkin di pandangan dia... hanya budak kecil.

Gua tak kisah tentang ini. Gua kisah hanya satu sahaja...


Tuesday, December 20, 2011

.Chrissie Pressies.

Shopping. Christmas shopping is the suckiest thing about Christmas. You don't exactly go out and buy the most expensive stuffs but you buy some of those tolerable stuffs cause there's sooo many things to get for so many people you can't afford to get everyone what they wanted.

I was never a fan of getting mediocre stuffs that crowd the place. Basically, I call them tinkles. Things you display for fun and use a couple of times. Christmas has taught me the joy of giving. I put so much thought into the smallest things it actually surprised me.

Now if there's only an automatic packaging machine, life would be so much easier for Christmas.

Anyway, got them checkered shirts in excess. I don't know why but I've always preferred a white shirt. A single plain white shirt over my jeans and sneakers anytime of the day but its soooo hard to get them in the right cutting and at the right price. I don't feel happy paying a couple of hundreds for an overpriced white shirt. In fact, I think I'd feel pretty pissed off. So, I managed with three of these checkred shirts. Red, Blue and taaadaaaa.... PINK!

What? Real MEN are not afraid of pink. True story.

p/s: On a sidenote, a fucking manbag is sooo fucking useful I think it's a sin not bringing them out. But it's beginning to irk me that I look like a softie.

p/s/s: My Christmas present came in the mail early. I ordered an iPad Dodocase a couple of weeks back and they're here! They look freaking OHSEM k? Like a dolled up futuristic, electronic Moleskine!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


I walk down paths I used to take and things never seem the same. The truth is, they're always the same. We're the ones who changed.

Its amazing how a simple road can mean so many different things in so many different ways to one person at different intersections of their life.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

.Bali Travel Last Part.

Wanted to finish this Bali post so here's the last day I was in Bali.

Woke up late and took a long bath before heading down to meet Sastra. He wasn't there the first trip. Took me a few trips before he arrived 15 minutes earlier than the appointed time.

We headed out to get some food first and we had satay at one of the stalls said to be selling turtle/tortoise meat. Truthfully, I didn't think so. It was all just a scam to get people interested especially those into exotic animals. I would be appalled if it indeed was tortoise/turtle.

Somehow, listening or thinking about them tortoises remind me about Pelfie. U there Pelf?

After food, we head over to Nusa Dua and played some watersports. I just watched actually, not really fond of sports we could easily find in Penang.

Then, we're down to grab some souvenirs at a place called Krishna which sells locally made products at a reasonable price. I said reasonable because they're not really cheap but I guess not really THAT expensive also. The good thing is, no bargaining needed so every price's stagnant.

Our last stop was at Uluwate Temple for the Kecak Dance & monkey visits. Truth be told, the lot of us were more afraid of these monkeys than they were of us.

Tomorrow, I head back KL! Here are some of the pics I took there.

Posing at GWK

Kecak Dance @ Uluwatu

chillin @ Kuta

Balinese Spa.

Universal Studios

.random lessons.

When we look down, we know how big we are. When we look up, we realize how small we are. When we look in front, we see the obstacles and l...