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Last night I was assigned to watch the new movie, I Robot at the Midvalley Golden Screen Cinema - Gold Class, don't play-play man...

Don't ask me how the movie was - suffice to say I got enough details scribbled on the faxed sheet of invitation from Audi Malaysia, the organizer for the screening. This event is definately a marketing-branding exercise, considering the concept car, developed in 10 weeks time for Mr Will Smith to use in the filming may only see commercial daylight in about 10 years' time.

Anyway.

The movie's not bad, albeit a bit predictable for me since I've read Asimov (Isaac Asimov's three rules of robotics is the basis of this movie) before, and I've watched enough robot movies lately (Attack of the Clones, Terminator III, etc).

So.

This Gold Class hall right, it has limited seats right, plush they all are. Every couple of Archie Bunker seats is accompanied by a table, on which there is a switch for you to flick in case you need any service.

The grouch is, the aircond is freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing cold in there. For me it is especially colder cause my physique handles the absence of heat very poorly.

Hey, there's the switch right - and we've been told that we can ask for a blanket. So I flicked mine, but no one came to my aide.

I waited, and waited, but still no service. By the time the movie ends, my bladder was acting out!

The next few moments was a blur.

Remember dashing to the loo, remember trying to get back into the hall to get my press kit, remember bumping into the Audi PR lady, remember her saying the event has ended and there's no Q & A session, remember saying my "since that's the case thanks-goodbye-hope to meet you in future events" to her, remember getting a call from my date he's already waiting for me at the Dome entrance, remember not wanting to make people wait for me, remember walking away from GSC...

Remember getting home quite late and realized that I don't have any Audi paper bag dangling on my hand! Remember shouting in agony as the memory retraced the steps...

Dang!

I mean, how stupid can one be? I'm a three-year old reporter, for God's sake - leaving press kits in press events - that's just idiotic!

Not that I can't do my story - but tertinggal your press kit simply cause your bladder was controlling your brain is so not professional - haro haro!

Remember doing several rounds of cartwheels in my living room out of frustration - hey they say exercise is good for relieving stress. Remember glancing at the clock and realizing that I can still catch Gilmore Girls on 8TV and Malcolm in the Middle on NTV7 - thank God for TV.

Remember singing very Mexicanly the song "Aiyacaramba, aiyacaramba, it's OK to do something stupid sometimesss..." Aiyacaramba, aiyacaramba, it's OK to do something stupid sometimes...!" 

p/s: Yo Neo, haven't you heard of this thang called sun block? After all you guys were on a summer holiday right?

p/s2: Bertique... sampei hati kao tak muncul last Thursday...

kawan kawan....
saya sedih...saya sayu...saya hiba...saya kecewa. segalanya hilang dlm sekelip mata. segalanya berubah dlm beberapa ketika sahaja. semua yg ditatang, dibelai pergi entah kemana. kalau ayahanda bonda tu, kata la ada anak, tak nak bagi nyamuk dekat langsung. kalau la nyamuk tu masuk dlm kelambu tido anak, sangup dia bako kelambu tu semata nak hapuskan nyamuk durjana. tapi anak kasik keluo dulu la. tidak mampuih hangus terbakar.

ish ish...sedih bebeno saya. tapi ini semua kuasa tuhan. tak mampu saya nak menghalangnya. karang kalo asyik mengeluh, putus rezeki pulak. jadi manusia yg tak tau bersyukur kurniaan tuhan pulak. berdosa pulak nanti. silap2 mau terpesong akidah. nauzubillah. mintak jgn la jadi cam tu.

memulanya saya tak perasan akan situasi tersebut. siangnya saya berjalan di tgh ribuan hamba-hamba ciptaan Yg Maha Esa, biarpun mereka itu bukan sepegangan dgn saya. semuanya cerah2 belaka rupa paras mereka. ada jugak la yg kurang cerah sedikit. tapi masih cerah la kalo nak dibandingkan dgn rupa fizikal saya ini. malamnya saya pulang ke tempat menginap. eosknya sekali lagi saya berada dicelah2 hiruk pikuk dunia fana. menyusuri dr satu tempat ke tempat yg lain. berdiri, berjalan, mendongak, menunduk, duduk. segalanya dilakukan untuk mengenali siapa dia saya, dia, awak, mereka. malamnya saya pulang lagi ke kediaman. begitulah rutin perjalanan saya dan rakan2 seharian.

disuatu pagi yg sungguh syahdu. dikala tupai jantan baru nak melompat ke dahan yg lebih utuh dan ampuh, di waktu basahan embuh masih mengalir turun dr helaian canvas, disaat terdengar sayup-sayup suara anak2 muda berdogma, bersukaan...saya terkedu. termenung mengenang nasib. nasib yg tidak dijangkakan.

dimasa itu jugak batin ke menjerit. jeritan yg maha perit yg boleh meruntun perasaan jikalau diluahkan melalui corong halkum lalu keluar dr telaga suara. apakah yg sudah terjadi? mengapa begini yg terjadi? kenapa harus terjadi? di manakah keadilan? ...masih waraskah saya?!

HITAM. GELAP. double GELAP. aaaa...nak nangis tak berair mata. nak jerit tak bersuara. nak melompat tak berdaya. aaaa....cam mana ni kawan kawan. kulit saya dah jadi double GELAP ni. baru 2 minggu je gi Europe. dah jadi gelap 2x ganda ni. 8 bulan bela, ingat balik nanti boleh tunjuk yg saya dah cerah. sekali pegi je rome dan venice terus jadi gelap. gelap segelap diri saya 10 tahun dahulu. dikala saya suka berjemur dia tgh padang menjalani latihan hoki seawal jam 3ptg. kini tangan saya sudah berbelang. lengan sudah gelap, pergelangan tgn masih mengekalkan warna asal, tangan dan jari jemari jugak sudah gelap. aaaaaaa

aaaaaa....nak merintih, nak mempersoalkan keadaan. siapa yg saya nak soal tu, hah? tak ingat ke mana asal saya dtg. tanah jugak. kalo tanah laterait ok la jugak. ni tanah gambut. konpem gelap. ish ish ish....(asyhadualla ilahaillallah wa asyhaduanamuhammadarrasulullah)

hehe...bengong sungguh saya.

got back to home on monday morning. really early morning. step down on the coach platform at 0243. that trip form london to manchester is the most uncomfort journey i had. the spaces between seats were too close and the seat's cushion were to hard. and to make it worst, i had a chick with big body shape seat next to me.

eurotrip...the most unbelievable experience for me. not just i had the opportunity to see the other world, but i also manage to see and witness different human behavior. sometime it really fun, some other time it really make you sick, and some other time it do make you laugh.

there were 104 individuals who joined the trip to europe. not just the residence of UK but also a bunch of veterans who came all the way from malaysia just to joint the holiday. ex-teachers and government's officers. so...makcik pakcik. the interesting thing was, they love to stay in tent instead of nice room and more comfortable bed. yeah...some of them do complaint bout the condition but more than half of them really enjoyed the camping environment. hhmmm....i love them

this particular time (when i write this entry) i really don't have any words to write, even there are lots to tell bout the trip. don't know why...i just not in good mood today. gloomy since i woke up this morning and still having that messy thing flying in my head.

i posted the trip's pictures in my fotopages - http://greect.fotopages.com . do drop by.

Things aren't much fun at work. A lot of talk about the co trying to slim itself down (one way or another), a lot of talk about revising this and that (this and that including our job scope and means of attachment).
 
A bucketful of grapevine going sour.
 
Frankly I hope the big guys will just shut down this subsidiary and nicely deploy me where I'll get to write about something else besides IT. Besides, the cold fish character we all call boss should not have been let to lead us for so long, cause he's led us to nowhere.
 
Take my case for example - can anyone truly say that I have improved? That my writing is good enough to be printed on any surface? That any article of mine can move a society?
 
No. (Times three)
 
With that where can I go? I think while I have done my best to serve the co, the co hasn't done much to serve me. And no thanks for the lousy so-called bonuses, lousy ex-gratias, lousy salary increments, lousy claims system. Am I being the typical disgruntled employee here?
 
Damn right I am!
 
But what am I doing? I'm not actively searching for a job. I'm not interested to bring my case to the bosses anymore. I'm basically giving up.
 
Maybe I should just balik kampung and be a nice bitch snubbing the aunties and uncles when they ask "When are you getting hitched?"

When Mr Smeagol sacrifices his Saturday evenings for her, is that love?

Let me tell you what a fellow journalist said: she told me if you're in love, you'll be inspired, just like William Shakespeare, his Shall I compare thee to a summers day? goes like this:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Since your's truly is having writer's block...