I apologize if my writings are bad. It's not that I'm not a good writer, it's just that it's awkward to read your own writings so once I'm done writing, I don't check for mistakes, make improvements, etc.

Whatever you read here, stays here alright?

Thanks for coming!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Hello!

I'm back from Latihan Intensif Brass Band UiTM Dungun!

I'm tired as hell, but the show was a blast. The outcome was very unexpected as our rehearsal sucked kinda hard. The full band played Hamidah (ade kot), When The Saint, Lenggang Kangkung,) Puspa and Nobody by Wondergirls (yeah, we found the orchestra notes for that. Woohoo!) and for the Drum Battle solo, they played Latin Lover, Lenggang Kangkung (drum version. funkier!) and Salam Terakhir.


Search for Red Phantom Corps for the vid, or click this.

The schedule was pretty ____ tight. We woke up at 6 something, had our fall in at 7.30 a.m., and finished at around 12.30a.m. if we're lucky. Us drum battle guys had to train under the sun till dawn whilst the blowers were allowed to practice in class under air conditioner throughout the programme. So now I'm as dark as chocolate.

It was a-ok, very tiring and stuff, but I learnt new things not only about brass band but also about life.

And my English is starting to menjadi semakin teruk (see, I can't even write that in english) so from now on, I'm gonna write in mostly English.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

#35

I want to be heartless and apathetic. Feelings create desire. Desire creates need. Need creates weakness.

I aim to be perfect.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Serious thing.

I have a comment on the description of 'rape'.

One of the stranger claims made in recent days is that "rape is not about sex."

Over and over it has been said that rape is not about sex, it is about power and control. "Rape is best characterized as torture that uses sex as a weapon. Like a torturer, the rapist uses sexual acts to dominate, humiliate, and terrorize the victim". Perhaps one might understand that that is the victim's interpretation, but we are told that "Rape is not about sex to the rapist; it has to do with control and power."

Not just sometimes, but every time.

Hogwash. Utter hogwash. Despite my problems with Alas, a Blog, on this particular point which Ampersand is correct:

Men who rape women don't do it because they hate women, but because they don't give a **** about women (at least, not the women they rape). They want something, they take it, and they're by-and-large indifferent to how the person they "take" it from feels.

This is why the "rape isn't about sex, rape is about violence" analysis falls short. It's not true - not from the point of view of many rapists - and it denies the true horror of the situation. Many rapists don't rape because they hate and want to hurt women; it's not that personal. Rapists rape because they want sex; they don't consider the woman's feelings at all...

Wanitaku

Call me retrosexual, but I still prefer the old days.

50 tahun lepas, syarat paling bawah untuk perempuan dipandang oleh lelaki ialah tak merokok, tak keluar rumah balik awal pagi, tak cakap kuat-kuat, boleh memasak, menjaga pertuturan dan pandai menjaga hati orang. Tu baru pandang, belum nak buat calon insteri lagi.

Aku nak perempuan aku pandai jaga diri. Aku nak perempuan aku reti jaga pergaulan. Aku nak perempuan aku yakin dengan diri sendiri. Reti jaga sahsiah diri, cara berpakaian. Sopan santun. Lembut bila bercakap.

Aku nak perempuan aku itu perempuan.

Saya miskin...

Itu hari kawan aku blog pasal bapak dia bagi smartphone sebab tak tahan dengar dia potpetmauhenfonbaru. Tengok gambar, agak cantik la jugak henfon dia. Cukup cantik untuk buat aku jeles. Jeles sebab aku tak mampu beli henfon mahal-mahal. Henfon yang aku mampu lebih kurang macam ni je.

   
Sorry malas nak rotate.

Haih bila la nak cukup duit beli henfon mahal-mahal. Tak aci la kalau mintak duit mak bapak en. Haih /tiup angin

Untitled. Yet.

If only you can perceive people as I do, you will understand why I appear bitter.
If only you can see what I see, you will see the dirty scums invisible to others.
If only you can think like I think, there is nothing that matters.

If you can see through my eyes, hear through my ears and walk in my shoes, you will realize.

That we are disgusting.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Following followers?

I'm not gonna entertain any invitation to follow anyone.

Bukannya aku sombong, tapi aku bukannnya ambik kesah pasal news feed pun jadi takde makna la aku nak follow korang. Lagipun kebanyakan daripada korang nak tambah follower cuma untuk naikkan self-esteem korang, nak buktikan ada orang yang baca blog korang. Yang tu agak tidak appropriate la bagi aku.

Sori kalau korang terasa dengan post ni. Takde niat or anything.