Pain is the currency of hearts

Knowledge is power. And fortunately for me... books EXCITE me like nothing else can .
Im thankful that i have been trained at an early age to love reading. So much so that wherever i go, i always make sure i have a book in hand.
A friend even taught me to leave books in the car so that you will never have a dull moment when waiting for friends, dates or even when you're stuck in a traffic jam (Disclaimer : Do not READ and drive. Its dangerous. Do it at your own risk! :-p)
Currently i am reading Freakanomics courtesy of Dr. Idlan (ahem..) and i cant believe im saying this but im actually enjoying it. Economics ! the study of human behaviour...
who would have guessed id actually enjoy non-fiction!

"Information is a beacon, a cudgel, an olive branch, a deterrent - all depending on who wields it and how. Information is so powerful that an assumption of information, even if the information does not actually ecist, can have a sobbering effect..
- Freakanomics-

6 new books to read and im like a little girl in a candy store. Cant decide which one to start with!

I probably should mention the seven that i like

Its only the 18th day. Still not to late. Hope yours was just as colourful.
Eid Mubarak 08.

Everybody has a drug dealer on speed dial

M posted a blog entry in facebook today. Someone she often reads. Well you know how when you see something amazing you feel a little intimidated, a little inadequate , like you'll never live up to expectations? Thats how i felt when i read it.
But everyone has their specialties, so i wont even try to replicate what she writes. And instead of dwelling in my imperfections, i decided to just be my self and do my thing.
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So this morning i tried out the bike again after eons of not properly riding it. But this time i went well prepared. Ready with my skin tight pants and multi-coloured socks. Its been a long time since i dared my self to try out the clipless pedals again, after numerous accidents, scratches and bruises all by that damn little pieace of metal.

So.. i took my first step, *click* one leg clipped, one more leg to go... took a couple spins with the other leg free, unclipped. And slowly..carefully *click* the second one... Spinned a bit more..

Yes.. and now..the moment of truth.. To be able to unclip myself or to stay stuck forever, two legs on the pedals falling sideways.
so..
I KICKED hard...
*CLICK*
aaaah... the sweet sound of SUCCESS!
*click* again... and the other leg was free...
Hallelujah! i have finally graduated to clipless pedals.
Giddyly i cycled pass the big roundabout into Desa Park city. All the while my heart soaring with joy. Enjoying my morning ride like ive never before.
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It might sound unbelievable and even overdramatic a story just for a pair of pedals. But lets just say it has been a long and winding journey for me to get to where i was this morning. and im sure some of you cyclists might agree too.. ;-p
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By the way... as of today.. MPLB (My pretty little bike) will be called SMOKEY.. just because i miss my smokes.. and especially my smoke supplier..
:)

If you must faulter be wise

And when i thought it was going to be a beautiful day yesterday, rupanya hujan di tengah hari.

There are certain things that i think are just plain wrong and there are things that i think are just plain idiotic. But when you are someone that i care enough about then i may let things slip and support you just for the fact that you are a friend. but that has never made what you did right in any way. And im sorry when its a little hard for me to empathise with your situation when things start to get out of hand.

I think people when they've chosen to be in a complicated situation, they should be aware and ready to face the consequences. and sometimes when things get too hard then maybe, if they cant take the heat.. then maybe its the sign to just walk away. Karma works in many misterious ways. You've been there before. Havent you realised how difficult it was then or have you just simply forgotten?

I try holding on to the fact that you will never understand how it feels until you are in someone elses shoes. And i pray hard that i will never be in your shoes.

In a different note, someone has to step down from their high horse and realise that all this while youre just pot calling kettle black. Treat others how you want to be treated. YOU ARE NOT PERFECT..and nobody else is either. I hope eventually you will get that.

di mana ada kemahuan di situ ada jalan

Work, lately is starting to feel like a chore... like "work" again. Im turning into the zombie again. Doing work as instructed yet not getting any satisfaction from it. Things are starting to get boring again. You can see that i have been here before. And yet i never learn.
Cant wait for the coming restructuring though. Word has it that i might be transferred to do projects next year. Way cool. I hope.

Yes its true. I am..

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Magic rainbow on the horizon

Have you ever wondered what it would look like if everybody was allowed to work as they like. In their most comfortable attire.. in how ever way they want to. Maybe the bosses' PA with her short skirts sitting crossed leg, or your supervisor in his Pagoda shirt typing on the pc with a plate of kueh manis on the side, or your colleagues in her shorts and t shirt one leg up on the chair, Reading the Engineering reports. Wouldnt it be heavenly and plain ackward all at the same time.
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Raya is the usual shebang, except i just realized how old people around me were getting and how big the family really is. Being so long around the old and sickly it made me so depressed i was already wishing for a swift and painless death in a car accident or something.. and then suddenly when all the kids came back.. with their boiterous humour and infectious laugh.. i wish the festive season would never end.

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Some idiot virus infected all our SD cards so im having trouble transferring pictures.. although i have to say this year 'dengan tidak malunya'.. i took the camera everywhere.. as in EVERYWHERE.. to Makteh's house to pick up the lemangs, to Pak Dollah's before we visited my late grandmothers orchard and even to the river after a tiring game of tuju selipar..