shame on you aref.

Do you know how embarassing it is to be noticed by a former classmate in highschool and not knowing what his or her name was at that very rigid time?

Very.

And it happened to me more than once.

Note to self. Please remember their names. It makes you look like a prick in an after-highschool special.

And i have a feeling that i would be forgetting my collegemates' names too.

Shit.

Infatuation is surely dreamy

I am shamelessly infatuated by a person i barely know.

Keeping some distance.

Not for playing safe reasonbeing.

Why?

Like what Tita said, "we view from afar, a perfect picture remains untainted". And i agreed, "familiarity breeds contempt".

What i am gonna do next?

Infatuate the person furthermore, with nothing but just a simple "hi".

we fought the good fight

to all my Carlsberg Green Label team members,

we fought the good fight.
it was quite shaky, tough but we survived.
look at the bright side, now we are officially free from DDBU.
joy!

Kudos to team Maybank for winning this year's Best Team Overall and William Wong (Maybank) for winning Chairman's Award.

Cheers.

bundaberg is here!

For goodness sakes. I called a friend at 11 am for that... Just imagine how excited i was. Hypermache's shelf never looked better!

Bundaberg Ginger Beer is here! Who would've thought that the great beverage now is imported to Malaysia from the Land of Down Under ...

I was introduced by a friend back then with this drink ... Quite reluctant to try at first, cause it's erm ... ginger. Euwww. Then i had my first sip. My brows arched a little. Then i went with a big gulp instead. A day after that, i went the mall with a bag full of 'em on the way back.. The bev is just oh so light, smooth and ... light.

Now there's a bottle in the cooler, refrigerating itself. The cooler the better. Slurp. For moi. Tak sabar!

PS: Note to Ann, Stella Artois is just okay. Lighter than Carlsberg but aint so smooth as Tiger. By the way, the sell it 'em OU.

carlsberg

erghh .. the damn greel label presentation is a month away.

i haven't started on my readings.

it's a sunday! come on! and one more thing ...

why Carlsberg?! why must it be beer? the beer market is the least fun to study and oh-so complicated market to decipher its trends.

gosh.. Tourism pitch is next month.

ladies and gents, wish me luck.

my 2nd entry of the day

Who would've thought.

Malaysia being such a mess.

Am not referring to the country. But to the happenings which are taking place in my life in this place called PJ.

Unforeseen and values deliberating.

Things are changing and it's a definite that i'm in the weakest point of my life.

I suck at what i do.

Friends and i acting weird. Stop with the hypocrisy will ya! A couple of twenty five year olds who i once regard as my guardians acting all hypocritical. Couldn't have believed that i once sayang these two .. I hope you two may happily ever after. Period.

And yerp .. i am just plain down.

when coffee strikes

Here i am.

Sitting alone in Starbucks in Sunway Med Centre.

Getting myself acquainted to the annoying Norah Jones.

Suicidal new-age product.

Ermm ..

Let me just cut to the chase.

What is the criteria of good friend during bad times?

To me, it's a mind boggler. Different people, different sets of minds.

To some, a good friend is the one who agrees slash supports one without having to differentiate between what's good and bad. A quick i.e. Your friend sleeps with a girl, and the girl is attached to someone, at least via Friendster. Your friend will endlessly sell the idea that by sleeping with the other person is not the wrong thing to partake, but deep deep down you know it is just plain gutsy wrong. For goodness schmuck, you are the third party! The other person! And of course, , a good friend will be bias on this special case. You will afterall buy the idea that hey, "let him sleep with girl who is already attached, they are meant to be together.. and i'm all smiles despite it beats conventional ethics" ...

In the other hand, there's the critic. Wise thoughts being disseminated via his or her unwittingly sharp usage of vocabs. Another quick i.e., your friend slept with a girl who is already attached to another guy, at least via Myspace. As a friend, as a realist, as a non-melancholic schlump, you will try to end it. No matter what. Arguments often occur here. You will tend to despise your friend's wicked stance, as they won't let you grab a bite from the forbidden apple. As your friend wants you stay safe and away from falling furthermore. Going through the righteous passage perse.

I have had my share with these two. One's a realist and the other is the supporter.

But it's no fair to label a friend that way yeah? Friendship is one subjective context. You have friends for different reasons. The one for partying, the one for yumcha, the one for gossiping.

But not for me. A friend's a friend no matter what. They are the ones who will put you back on your feet when you fall. They will go down to depths of means to make you feel all sane. And of course, they are the ones who will tell you that everything will be okay, although the issue favors the otherwise. All in all, are we friends to the pleasers slash hypocrits or to the sharp thinking realists?

PS: I miss you two.

pukimak kau

My sister was involved in an accident two days ago, on Sunday in Taman Sea. Now she is in Sunway MC, with a then broken arm, as she underwent a surgery 5 hours ago.

The man who hit her car beat the traffic light, which was of course, oh so RED.

Stupid. I know it's Sunday, and we were such in a hurry to savour every little minute of the holy day before Monday comes in, but dude, i mean OLD DUDE, u nearly killed someone!

By the way, she is pregnant. 6 months to be exact.

Thank to the almighty Allah, that the unborn child is no near harm.

To the old dude, you will be expecting to see a letter from my dad's lawyer soon.

PS: Those who wish to see her, do give me a call.

lost some, gain none

I have lost hundreds of good friends.
Some were based on misunderstanding and egoistical basis and some got caught up in one's own world.
Last week i lost another two.
They are very nice people.
Wicked, funny and undyingly supportive.
They helped me alot.
When i say alot, i mean Mahatma Gandhi alot.

"Words are the greatest daggers. They slit right through your heart and mind" - Indra Sinha

I was ridiculed. Confused. And ... reasonably hurt. Part of me says that..." just cut 'em off from the picture!" but another part of me says "dude ... don't be one ungrateful brat" ..

Water under the bridge? I'm not sure. I need to think through. The cut was deep. Especially when ur comfort zone had the dagger proudly in his and her hands, with your blood splattering the floor red.

jakarta

gom pergi jakarta dan melepaskan diri dari segala gundah gulana yang menghantui pikiran anda.

after u r back from jakarta? .. they eventually will come back right?

my 411

ad traffics loath my style of working.

people who are used to regard as my comfort zone are out of the picture.

my boss scolds me now and then.

brand management gets tougher and tougher as the client gets fickle and more fickle.

i have proven to be a liabilty rather than an asset.

my mum dreads me to clean up the room.

i'm broke.

i don't meet friends that often anymore.

bangun, kerja, balik, tidur.

my sister is pregnant.

i thought Pirates 3 a bore. any movie is a bore to u when u r half awake.

i had my tongue pierced.

my office is haunted.

my brother isn't allowed to play footie. forever.

missed out two friends' wedding.

i hardly drink plain water. shocker.

.. and i'm constantly home on saturday night. that's kinda normal.

UC

You Never Know What You Got Until Its Gone.
I know. I've been experiencing this over and over again.
UC and the memories.
Wooly's, civic, health concious Oz fucks who think smoking is gross but drinking is ok, and those late night kengkai sessions.
Haha.
Damn.
I miss those kids.

spidey and 300

Peter Parker doing a "Chicago" in a pub? Since when did the virginal Peter Parker joined Good Charlotte? He even pulled a Jim Carey courtesy of Bruce Almighty on the streets .. A brute Sandman weeped and apologized to Parker over his uncle's death slash producer and director didn't know how to kill off his part as he is quite indestructible therefore they had Spidey to forgive him and let him flee off the streets slash time is running off and audience are quite restless to leave their seats. And yes, MJ, weep weep who do i love .. can i kiss him ... euw euww im jealous, Peter kissed Gwen, it was our kiss... weep weep i wanna make omelette with Harry.. oops i kissed him.. weep weep ... BORING!

Spidey, u dissapoint me.

Too soapish .. too much of Hallmark moments .. And yeah, quite bias for me to say this, but Venom was the one who saved Spidey 3 from leading audience to leave the hall. But Venom's infamous tongue wasn't depicted on the screen.
And yeah, Stan Lee was a cameo, he spoke few words to Spidey and left. Stan, u r a legend. But hey, the movie was indeed .. a dissapointing one.

Sad.

Kudos to 300. Predictable storyline i might have to say, but the CGIs, the effort they put in from art direction (watch the reincarnation of Oracle, as the lady dances along the white smoke, superb!) to the lighting to the memorable one liners to the outstanding casts to the scouting of the finest bods to the usage of metaphors to the effort they put in exxagerating the feel of the movie they wish to convey to the audience (saddistic Xerxer's appearance, the mounted bodies of Persian army .. and more!) and of course, the movie wasn't SAW 3 gory, it was more of fabricated/ classy gory. Haha, i do come up with my own terms.

a complicated being is writing this entry

have u ever wonder why the grass is always greener on the otherside, and leaving us awed and envying.

why we don't always get the things we want it life .. why words tend to fumble when the issue or subject hits .. why we always sugar coat every sentence to every story and call ourselves a true friend .. why we sway from topic A to topic B altough topic A needs the recognition more than the latter one .. and why we only talk, but pause on the walk?

we tend to question.

we want to know the answer, but we don't want to know the truth.

truths under a blanket, which never sees the light of day.

we tend to chicken out from the cold hard facts.

we tend to discern from taking uncertain risks.

we always say that things will never be the same.

we say.

and the picture says it all too.

*

Take a deep breath,

Inhale,

Hold it in,

Exhale,

Look up,

U'll be fine.

note to self

You have a bigger role to play.

You have a job that labours both your body and mind, crucially.

You've spent 4 years exploring the depths and means of your profession.

Passion was the word back then.

Liability is what burdens you.

Carry 'em strong.

Your future needs more of your perseverance rather than your egoistical expertist.

Play 'em smart.

You'll reach there, one day.

sunday sunday sunday

It's Sunday.
I woke up at 1.
Friends are having few agendas to themselves.
One is doing a report, one is in Malacca and two are in Masjid India and others, i'm just too lazy to even dial their numbers.
Those who are abroad, i exclude u. U are on ur own duties.
Felt like having my hair cut.
Gotta ask my mum for cash.
Felt like having an ice cold bowl of cendol.
Gotta ask my mum for cash.
Felt like going to Bali.
Gotta ask my dad for cash.
Right~ daddy will give u cash.
Felt like going for a run.
The weather's too hot for any outdoor activities.
God, it's Sunday.
I'm not even out.
Partially i'm blaming the weather and my bank account.
Thank god there's Marlboro to keep me company.
My insurance agent is gonna kill me if he finds out i lie on my policy.

picture perfect

From top to bottom; O.T Mexico 66, O.T Mexico 66, O.T IKI-Look, O.T Javelin 75-Lo

They drool me over. I'm obsessed. My number one motivator to get a job. I have a Mexico 66 in grey and dark blue. But i'm craving for more, certainly like a stick of fag after u r done with the other one. I envy those who still gets to shop at either Hype or the one and only Onitsuka boutique on Bondi Junction in the vast land of Australia. Fcuk 'em brats. Who am i to blame 'em, they too wants to wear 'em. Everyone is entitled to their own prerogatives, provided that they have the dough. Sigh. Maybe i should get a ticket to Sydney instead. Sigh. I'm living indenial. I need to get a job. Hope that i get that gig in Naga. I need some serious help.

7.30 am .. some progress huh?

My sister woke me up at 7.30 am today for an early morning nasi lemak treat. I was out in my Superman tee and my super short soccer black shorts, with nothing underneath. Airy. As u've guessed it, i didn't take the courtesy to brush my teeth, wash my face and lord knows my body stank from the previous sleeping session. My eyes were half opened as i requested for a piece of drumsticks. Patrons of the restaurant were busy satiating their empty stomachs and alerting dormant minds with kopi o's and cigarettes. I busied myself to 7-11 next door for a pack of 14's and a litre of apple juice. An apple a day keeps a doctor away it seems. I'm still coughing and heck, i just went to see a young GP the day before.

Drove back to home. Passed by a school, my secondary school. It was the Annual Sport's Day; Acara Sukan Tahunan SMK Seaport (i will never refer to my school as Sri Permata, don't we all have too many Sri's here?). Kids were lining up and getting prepared for the marching procession. I did that. Didn't get to lead, but i was heavily involved tho'. The first event would be the 100m sprint. Sigh. Sprinting. I do reminisce once in awhile. Believe it or not, i was the fastest 14 year old among my batch. 100m, 200m, 4x100m relays ... i was indeed killing everyone. But hey, guess what, fate decided to pull a funny string on me at the final race and so, i fell. I fell during the 100m final. I was in 2nd place. I was injured, i couldn't continue for the 200m. But i went back for the 4 by 100 as the starter. And we got a gold. Then i heavily took up smoking, and i was only involved in 4 by 100 and tug o war from then on. Funny.

So kids, don't smoke. U'll end up like me. U will look older than others, u'll develop pimples which would irrate you to scratch and leave a deep scar or two, u will have the stamina of a 65 year old and yes, smoking will never make you look cool. At the end of the day, u'll be like me, sipping Apple Juice 7.30 in the morning, with your lungs trying to cough out air in a disgusting and ghastly manner.

where art thou duana melanie?

"i'm telling you, ann is in Hartamas, not Phileo"

"it's just you and me el, striking a pose, while waiting for ann"

"with ann"

"yeay! we finally found ann! this calls for another photo!"

* These photos were taken 5-6 hours before Ann board the plane to the UK. 8 hours before she left, Liverpool lost to Manchester United by a point. Nice one O'Shea. Sigh. Anyways, i'm gonna miss you heaps annie! *

just another night

"well, if it isn't mr. mousey on the floor eating the rest of roti kahwin"

"seriously el, Benetint does wonders to my cheeks"

"see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil"

* These photos were taken at Coffee Hut a month ago, when i still had my Maddox going on *

it's all happening

I went to a newly opened Starbucks in Damansara Uptown this afternoon, which is located opposite of Naili's and Alliance Bank. Thanks to Tita and her gig at The Star's A&P department, we got ourselves some free treats- courtesy from the multinational cash cow franchise entity from the land where Bush eats, spits and shits. Anyways, i got myself a tall coffee based caramel frap. Just what i need under the hot sun and humid environment, i surely hoped that the world would listen to Al Gore's two cents on Global Warming. It's all happening, just like Fairuza Balk and Kate Hudson in Almost Famous said- it's all happening.

U may drool, wet ur pants and sweat til ur cotton shirt can't absorb no more, keep telling urself Al Gore is just pulling a cheap PR stunt to win some votes- he ain't winning any votes folks and Global Warming is not likely to stop from happening either. People once laughed at his sermon on Global Warming. John Howard even denies the hazards that green house has on the planet, John Howard memang bodoh. We are talking bout millions of tonnes of hazardous gases released to the bare, naked air daily. Day by day, it accumulates to the increasing chances of us in accepting its inconvenient consequences. Massive flood, it's all happening. Unpredictable scorching hot sun at the least sun-coveted areas, it's all happening. And ouh ya, it will help for you guys to go to the cinema to watch the Oscar award winning documentary- Inconvenient Truth. You won't be able to enjoy the show, you will be enlightened instead.

Remember peeps, it's all happening.

...

So there you go peeps. This is how Aref Khalid thinks. U bring him to Starbucks, he sips his cold and condensed frap, laughed and lazed in the smoking lounge, and his mind will wander off wildly like a dove high on magic mushroom.

syakira mazrah hashim, my bad

Thank you for taking me for a ride(s) in your dad's z3, Accord and your mum's Lexus. And not to forget your Atos which is sold by now. Thank you for taking me to Santai, Subri and Rasta when i was hungry. Thank you for introducing me to your friends. Thank you for lepaking with my friends from Canberra out of awkwardness. Thank you for the live telecast of Samsons via ur N93 and Maxis. Thank you for the Balinese-inspired keychain. Thank you for keeping my dad informed 'bout his long-lost friend's whereabouts and such. Thank you for entertaining my hyper and Chandler-like friend Zul. Thank you for the Frap. Thank you for taking me to Shah Alam to pee (?). Thank you for lending me JT's cd and god knows how long it took me to return it back to u.

Thank you for keeping me company in Canberra via Voda-to-Voda. And mostly, thank you for keeping me company in KL. Surely gonna miss my Voda partner.

I thank you. You are a definite one in a million. And there are 24 million citizens in M'sia. Surely there are 23 others for me to find, but na'ah, i'm just gonna stick with this one. I already have an E'en to cope with and boy, she's one hell of a tough and psychedelic cookie to handle (miss u E'en!).

i procrastinate .. how 'bout you?

it has been 3 months since i posted any decent entry in yours truly's blogging site. to sum things up, i shall provide u a "what did aref do for the past 3 months" crash course.

1. Hartamas square was the place where i dined after an 8 hour crucifying flight. Crucifying? .. i sat next to a nice and well behaved Bangla dude whose body odour was so "overwhelming" that i myself was left speechless. Call me for being inconsiderate for the man's given nature, but the dude smells! thank god he was nice. Paradox huh? Ying and yang... Good and bad .. Pros and cons ..

2. The usual sessions of yumcha and such. From Santai to Janggut and Asia Cafe to Coffee Hut .. Life was sane again.

3. I finally get to drive my dad's 850! LOVING THE CAR! No wonder lah why my orang tua wouldn't trade the car for a newer one. Nice~ .I gave the car a name .. Voled, a combination of the brand name and my dad's nickname. Voled, indeed.

4. Ann suprised us all by coming back to KL a few days after i did. She stole my thunder. Hrmph. Patrons of Delicious OU were cursing behind our backs. Yes yes, we were loud.

5. Got a new phone! Sony Ericsson 710i. Thanks to Zul for bargaining with the amoi. The amoi was, unsuprisingly cursing in Chinese behind our backs. Choy.

6. Boyz 2 Men were fantasticexcellentgilerchungilerrrgempaknakmampus hella of a performance. I was all smiles.

7. Sent E'en to the airport. *Sniff sniff*

8. More foosball.

9. More bumming i guess ...

10. Due to #9, i have sent my CV to some companies and agencies ... i had enough with this so called holiday. Nothing holy bout it tho'.

11. I'm all about detoxing and and exercising. Why? .. Reality hits me. I was watching Laguna Beach Season 2 the other day and it struck me how my body is nothing, compared to the abs and bodies of those 16 year olds rich kids cum surfers cum spoil brats cum prententious lovers of the real OC. I am turning 22. Dang, i hate admiting to my defeat. Anyways, my dream bod-Edward Norton's alter ego in Fight Club which was played by an actor whose surname is Pitt. No idea who that guy is.

12. I'm all about Onitsuka Tigers. :)

13. I will be uploading all the pics later ya. I procrastinate, remember?