Days of Delirium

Oh you, you poor child With your pride not even mild Standing there patronizing me Your ego is as big as your belly You, the Golden Son The favorite of Dad and Mom The never wrong, never submit The always right, always throwing fit I'm so mad at you, dear Wasted Punk I even took time to write this junk The least I could do to channel my anger Since Mom and Dad never dare to even lay a finger You, you wasted troll An egomaniac, proud soul Everyone suffers to please you While you sit still with nothing to do You, you should be looking after me If Mom and Dad are gone, will thee? But sadly I see nothing good soon Not until God breaks your hard-headed cocoon Golden Child, stop with the sighs See your children through their eyes Swallow your pride and shine through Be someone at least to YOU The Fallen Child February 23, 2010 11.41 p.m.

Today I went to Ikano right after my class to buy some insects for my tarantula. All by my own. Driving was heaven today. No congestion whatsoever especially near the TTDI area. Total bliss. Maybe it was the timing. The pet store, Pet Safari didn't have any worm left (dang!) so I bought crickets instead. But up till now she has yet to devour the poor cricket. In fact I haven't seen her in a while. I hope she's molting (rather than you-know-what). Anyway, before I left, I thought, why not I buy something for Aboy, my cat too? Poor kitty being left alone at home day after day. Then I decided to buy some treats for cats. I've always interested in buying one for him since I saw Ann Jie rewarding Biscuit with some delish treats. Except that Biscuit is a dog, a terrier. Whatever. I'd still buy it. Those shit treats don't come cheap, okay. Then I thought, what if Aboy won't like them? Since he's quite kampung-ish kind of cat - although he's like 75% pure br...

A corner of the store. Pictures taken with my phone, quite impressive, no? A couple of weeks ago, the boss where I used to work part time called me asking if I would be able to stand in for some days since all of her girls will be on Chinese New Year leave. My reply was affirmative partly because I could see how in need she was and another reason must be, ehem, for the extra cash I could use. I never had anything bad to say about this job. Working in Etro was perhaps one of the best things ever. My boss was nice, the job was easy and most importantly, I got to appreciate the craftsmanship and quality of the goods. Stepping into Etro again after more than a year (for work, of course), was a little emotional for me. There were no longer the usual faces which I became acquainted and befriended since all of them had left for good reasons. Art, the bitchy one left for a better job in Gardens Mid Valley while Eyrja, the one who got me the job and taught me everything, had left for Australia ...

If Barbara Walters have her own list of Most Fascinating People annually, I have mine too. One of the most fascinating people for me has always been DJ AM a.k.a Adam Goldstein, the resident DJ of Palms Hotel & Casino Las Vegas and celebrity DJ too. Most notoriously known as the guy who dated-engaged to-broke up-engaged again to Nicole Richie. This soft spoken guy is my hero when it comes down to his dressing sense, more appropriately his collection of shoes and sneakers which gained him nickname 'Sneakerhead'. He was one of the only two survivors of the infamous 2008 air-crash, alongside Travis Barker of Blink 182. However his life was cut short not even a year after the accident when he passed away due to drug overdose in August 2009 which sources claimed caused by post-traumatic depression. Even more interesting, he collaborated with Nike for his own footwear before his untimely death which was released sometime end of last year. These awesome sneakers are made of black ...

Unlike most of the movies made based on the story of Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel, this one clearly stands apart. Coco Before Chanel (Coco Avant Chanel) tells the side of Mademoiselle Chanel which was not frequently told - the strong and outspoken yet fragile Chanel who was desperate to excel and thirsty for a taste of love of her own. Audrey Tautou plays the Mademoiselle in this picture and she did it brilliantly. Roughly, the story opens with Chanel in her child age, being left at an orphanage with her sister by her own father - which never came back to see them. They grew up together and earn a living by becoming singers in a bar. Actually, they were more of an entertainer than singers. They entertained the crowd with funny songs especially 'Do You See Coco?' (I don't know how to put it in French) which earned her famous nickname 'Coco' until now. Life was hard for both of them, especially growing up in the early 1900. That was why her sister chose the simpler way b...

It all started during a rather slow lecture in a freezing hall with Didi asking me,"What are we going to do for Faris' 22nd?" Just a few minutes after that, eleven closest friends were shortlisted as the guests and came the hardest part - finding the place du jour. Husna put a big cross on Mid Valley Megamall. Didi suggested Hard Rock Cafe but not everyone is willing to fork out a large sum of money. Fifi said a big NO to The Curve and One Utama. Faris wanted something 'cheesy' but no Pizza Hut please. Sakina said she had enough of Chilli's. Something cheesy but not in Mid Valley Megamall, The Curve or One Utama. Then we decided, Itanliannies in Sunway Pyramid! Italian food always means cheesy galore. So on the eve of Faris' big two-two, all eleven of us gathered there including Husna's baby, Ariq whom we had never get the chance to meet before and of course, Faris' *ehem* brother, Afka. The get-together came to its may-jah climax with a special co...

Just fly me to Bucharest tonight And let me be me I’ll take a one way short flight Land right there baby Make me go to Bucharest tonight Strip down this loneliness and misery Blind me now with the city’s light Make me see my dandy baby Fly me to Bucharest now Fly me there tonight Hear me like a wolf’s howl See me there in your sight I’ll fly to Bucharest tonight Where it’s quiet without a sound No luggage, without any fright I’ll call you when I touch down There you are in Bucharest Tremendously missed beyond words could say Here I am being my best Dreaming of you in a land far away Khairizan Y. February 4, 2010 1.26 am, Kuala Lumpur