just minishorts.

Are you looking forward to the elections?

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I'll tell you an open secret, I didn't vote the last round because I didn't think it's important. But hey, now that I work for a Government Linked Company, mana boleh tak undi kan?

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I'm writing this down because I don't want to forget what I actually said in a conversation a few hours ago… you know sometimes for some reason you tend to come up with aha lines in the middle of conversations, and then at that point of time a light pops up in your head and you go, 'Wah I quite smart hoh', and so this was what actually happened. My friend was asking me whether I would be voting for the current ruling coalition or whether I was going to go against the tide (which actually in my shoes I wonder if 'going against the tide' is an apt way to describe my current sentiments seeing that a lot of my friends are pretty pro-Bersih for now… so much for all the public polls The Star has so eagerly published recently.

Actually honestly I also buey tahan the tone of the articles those mainstream papers publish lah. And since I know damn a lot of reporters, I candidly say this here lah, 'Eh, don't so obviously bodek can or not? Baca also wanna vomit lah…"

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I'm not saying I'm pro-opposition, or this was what I told my friend when she asked me if I was pro-BN or pro-Keadilan. Possibly because I'm a righteous prick with certain ideals in life (i.e. I'm mostly leaning to the left who believes she's right) I don't really vote for parties (OMG so sorry to disappoint). Alas, its true - to me its the leader that matters, and what I am always looking for is a leader of principle, a leader who has a stand.

I'm not interested in voting for leaders with an opinion.

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… another crazy morning (Eric's off to third weekend today, and I'm on holiday from the future hubby).

… Alas, it's a hellish weekend. To do, to do, here is the list:

- that website template, need to work on it.
- that logo redesign, need to bug my freelancer to work on it.
- the stack of papers on my desk, need to get rid of it ASAP.
- idea-planning for the new house (we're deciding to rent a <1000 sf home just to start off)
- the review, oh the review! (aiming to publish on Monday).
- thinking hard about whether or not to go for the BMW Shorties 1 preview, yes, no?

I also bought *OMG* a book on harmony singing… shit… so gila..

I'm rambling on cos too much's on my mind and am using this as a notepad to help me remember.

Flickr Pic by petervanallen

I was surfing blogs on one of those 'It's still CNY and I hate work' days (today is it!) when I came across this hilarious take on the Genesis tale.

On the sixth day morning, God was, unusually, very nervous. He was pretty confident on his sculpting skills, though he had only five days experience in the art. He had quite a few specimens in front of Him. From platypus to peacock. Giving Him self-doubt and confidence, and thus making him unusually nervous. God was a curious creature. Though he thought it would be too girlie for a God’s standards to create a mirror, He couldn’t help wondering how he looks. It was the prime motivation behind dirtying His hand on that fateful sixth day. He also had the hope of handing over the responsibilities of all the stupid things he had created. Just like any other father.

If I say He was shocked, I’d be underestimating the divine emotions. He just couldn’t believe His eyes. The truth that was grinning at him was too hard to ignore. If He had created a mirror, He would have broken it in a millisecond. It was real mirror-cracking material that stood before Him. He looked around for an assurance He was desperately seeking.

He saw the snake, and asked the snake.

“Do I really look like this ugly, dumb, Neanderthal?”

“Yes, Lord,” the snake replied without thinking about the consequences. (It was the first time the snake was asked a question, and it was completely clueless about diplomacy). God was in an incontrollable rage, and He stamped his foot on the snake’s head, flattening it. That was how the snake, and its predecessors were granted with the hood.

Obviously you have to visit Jubin George for the fun twist he composed last April. As for me, I'm inspired, and feeling rather mischievous. Perhaps it could be that Lent is starving me, and I'm tempted to play around with the stories in the bible, but for some reason I quite suspect that my pastor won't approve very much if I chose to bastardize the stories in the bible with my version of tale-telling.

And also, I haven't done this in years. But I'm tempted. Very tempted. I wonder what would Jesus think? How about popularizing the tales that the old Jews used to tell in their travels?

Again, I'm tempted. It could be Lent that's starving me, or actually, yeah, it's probably just the sinner in me.

Dear Ms Claire,

Greetings from Coca Restaurant! We would like to invite you for a Valentine's Dinner for two on the 13th Feb 2008 at 7.30pm. This dinner is worth 240++.

In return, would appreciate that you can write a review about the food and your experience you have in Coca.

Happy Chinese New Year!

Wah this is pretty awesome yah. Photos to come tomorrow (shucks I have to go in office wear, I get off work too late to change)… and Eric's mumbling 'wtf' cos I've managed to get him something without having to pay for it. Heh!

Midnight. It's been ages since I did this - log in in the middle of the night and start writing down all the things that's flowing out of the top of my head. These months have been strangely different, yet strangely comforting. So it's true, I'm growing into the shoes I told myself that I could wear eventually, and they're getting to be quite comfortable.

Is this me? I am who I choose to be, of course, and then I do believe that you create your own destiny in the piece of paper that God gives to you as your life.

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The analogy of life, in my eyes is like this. When I was born, I was born into a piece of art block - my life. The colours on it, the strokes that I allow on it, the pictures that will appear to narrate the tales of my life, that's completely up to my free will. I'm safe because I'm within the boundaries of my very own God-given art block, and it's a huge piece of paper, this life. The coolest thing is, I've only just completed 1/4 of the painting, or is it just 1/40? I don't really know. When this life is over, my life will be another one of those fantastic masterpieces in God's humongous gallery.

Hebat kan? The imagery that arrives in the middle of the night. I'm odd like that. This is probably the reason why when I was in publishing, I use to enjoy the long nights and the late mornings, because being the owl I am, my brain clocks in its imaginative works the moment midnight falls.

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I'm still in Kota Bharu, dreading the next day. If I could I would still time and wish that this moment would never end, time would stop moving, and I could be here on holiday forever. It's fun also because Eric is next door snoring (we can't share a room yet, next year maybe), and I'm not entirely looking forward to tomorrow's flight home (because home - KL - means works).

Perhaps it's no accident that as I type that I'm listening to Delirious's Miracle Maker. It's an amazing song, seriously, you don't have to be Christian to love the song, whoever you believe God to be, the song is an apt tune of praise. This is probably the first video I've pasted on this blog in years.

Sigh LOVE these songs! Why did they have to be 'Christian'? OK… no need to be Christian also can enjoy the song okay… and seriously, don't blame the Charismatics for being 'weird' people who only will listen to Praise and Worship. With songs like this, who needs Madonna?