Archive for July, 2010
in the face of such revelations, i dont quite know what to say anymore. i’m often surprised that i’m still surprised, but mostly i’m just disappointed by my own ineffectiveness and lack of resilience. a don’t-care attitude would be so helpful in dealing with these hurtful and unfair events, but my application for one just keeps bouncing. i wish i could stop myself from feeling hurt, or caring, but i can’t. i wish i could erase history, or turn back time to go down different paths, but i can’t. this is that much of my life that i’m never getting back, in terms of time. this is also the results slip and the consequences of my very bad judgment when it comes to whom i choose to love and trust. it is some balm that i’ve only ever chosen wrongly this once, but evidently even one person can cause a lot of damage and tell many far-reaching lies. like my predecessor, i’ve been arduously wiping him out from my existence (no, despite what you might have heard, it’s not because ‘this is the only way we can move on with our lives’), but still annoying little traces remain. like last night’s events. like how my friends keep referring to this when making jokes about my judgment calls. like how i get stupid snippy comments on this blog from his friends who’ve only heard one (mostly fallacious) side of the story. like how i was priming my parents to meet Kafka, and told them he’s such a good guy – and they laughed derisively and said “are you sure? that’s what you said about the last guy too, and look how he turned out!”
i think i’ve paid enough penance, thanks, and would very much like all traces of ‘that last guy’ to evaporate. so please, if you’re a mutual friend or even a complete stranger who thinks you’ll be doing me a favour by telling me the most recent of his stories about me, please spare me. i’ve officially come to a point where it’s all no longer worth the anger. if you’re a friend of his but not a friend of mine, please exercise a little bit of reasoning or actually get to know me in person before you believe just one side of a story told by a highly dramatic person who has no qualms making collateral damage out of other people in his raconteuring. you hear some stories and you read a blog and then you think you know me enough to hate me, but really, how does that make you any more than a gossip who doesn’t think very much before forming an opinion? once upon a time i trusted him too, and have since come to realize that i very seriously misplaced that trust. that’s why i blocked him on facebook, and ban all of my friends from saying anything about me to him – because i dont trust him with anymore of my life than i’ve already given up in the brief time i encountered him. i guess it must be fun to talk a lot of shit about someone you’ve never even met, but take some time to think about how i never did anything wrong to you. i’m a real, actual, living breathing person with a life and loved ones. a blog is just a place i go to to pen the occasional thought. you’re giving this blog and yourself way too much credit if you think you can piece together a good idea of who i am just from reading some weekly writing and listening to some skewed stories.
i think what happens between two people, especially two people who trusted each other, should remain private and untouched by prying eyes or gossipy mouths. it’s a shame that not everyone i choose to love shares the same principles of discretion. a renegade blogger who called himself the vigilante of the malaysian blogosphere once wrote me an email to say that it’s best that i learn whom i cant trust while i’m still young. can’t say i disagree. i think i’m quite prepped for the real world now, and the real wolves of that place. but for now i’m thankful for real people, real friends, and real love. i’ve got a bit of a scratched up heart and a big crack in the part of it that’s used for trusting, but this is slowly healing, and so i’m also thankful for the godsend that is Kafka.
July 23rd, 2010
and so i’m back home, lovingly wrapped in the familiar mid-year haze and the sounds of the tau foo far man trundling through the suburban afternoon. i’ve been home for a little less than a week now, and my activity spent so far can be summarized as a heady mix of slothful and irresponsible. four days of unadulterated sleep, eat and play have done much for my soul! i would gladly extend this hedonism, but alas, work knocks on my door.
i love my new job! actually, it’s probably too early to assert that, because it’s only my third day on the internship. can’t talk much about the job as usual (at least this time there wasn’t a discretion contract to sign), but it’s been all sorts of fantastic so far. well-defined hours, a wide spectrum of tasks, flexibility to choose what i want to be involved in, exciting and meaningful work, and a great boss — he took me out with some other colleagues yesterday for a bak kut teh lunch at a secret spot in old klang road. bak kut teh!!! i dont see how lunchtime gets any better than this! plus i get my own room at the office, and my colleagues keep feeding me various snacks. best! :D
also, there has been a new addition to my household:
2 month old male pomeranian, nameless as of now, belongs to Tall Brother and his girlfriend. this comes after many years of me begging my parents to let me keep a dog, which for as long as i can remember has been met with dismissive and unreasonable rejection. and they thought it fine to mention the new puppy to me only mere hours before i was to fly back. so, being the green-eyed monster that i am, i was feeling quite resentful throughout the flight, and vowed to not talk to the dog when i see it at home. BUT THEN they brought it with them to the airport, all swaddled in soft cloth, looking absolutely angelic – and it was love at first sight. how does one not love something that looks like that! i mean, look at it:
sigh. defeated by cuteness. now i have to play with it every day or i can’t sleep. i also have to excuse myself early from my appointments so that i can go home and see it. even the fact that it has no name is quite cute.
in other news, i just picked up a Blackberry yesterday. i havent played with it too much yet, but some preliminary comparisons with the iPhone 4 are that the BB’s OS is more robust and takes functional to a new level. but being a fairly new user on both phones, i have to say that the iPhone is much more new user friendly. i didnt once have to look at the manual when i got the iPhone, but there was a lot of fiddling around with the BB before i knew what went where (eg how do i close all apps simultaneously??). the BB reminds me of using a PC after spending some time on a Macbook — too many clicks needed and a lot of clutter when i’m trying to do something simple. i do think that once you go touch screen, you can’t ever go back (or at least that’s the case for me), and customizable touch screens are going to be a bare necessity for smartphones in time to come. but then again i’m quite n00b when it comes to this stuff :) so i’m going to play around with the BB for a little bit more before i verbalize any further opinions. but if someone could tell me how i can quickly and painlessly transfer my contacts from the phone memory (inbuilt memory, not SIM or SD card memory) of my former Nokia N82 to the BB, i would be very grateful. currently i have all the contacts copied to the SD card as well, and sending via bluetooth seems to not work for some reason. i’d like to avoid going to a store, but if i must then i guess i must…
oh before i forget! dear folks, are there any new eats in the Klang Valley that are absolute must-tries? i’ve been hitting up all my old favourites in the past week, but i hear the dining and hawker scene has sprouted some new limbs lately with places like solaris, brickfields and hartamas undergoing some metamorphoses. i actually haven’t been to cristang yet, so i suppose that’s my next to-do. i’d muchly appreciate more suggestions of places that have just opened, or even old places that have revamped themselves!
also, just one last time:
July 14th, 2010
test blogging from my new iPhone. yes, I have joined the legion of Steve Jobs’ bright eyed and bushy tailed. liking the device very much so far, but like I tweeted recently, the iPhone 4 isn’t perfect until FaceTime can be used on 3G and there is an app that allows the phone to expel air conditioning from the speaker vents. but ok la still quite awesome cos it feels like a new world has just unfolded at my fingertips.
am attaching a photo of the Brooklyn bridge against a shimmering manhattan canvas. Kafka and I went to dinner last night in Brooklyn, and the view from our table was just spectacular. the restaurant rests on a barge anchored to the concrete shores of the East River, floating just under the majestic Brooklyn Bridge and ensconcing diners in the marvel of lower manhattan from afar. I have this recurrent dream where I wake up alone in an apartment tinted dark blue with this city’s amorphous skyline. the view from my bedroom window is always the same yet never feels familiar. it’s just one of those entities in life that will always be so gorgeous to the eye, but just a little painful to reflect upon.
i’ll be home in KL by two days. summer in New York has been exciting and relaxing but as always I can’t wait to be back in the familiar folds of friends, family and sang har meen.
could get used to this blogging from phone thing!
aiyak lari margins. will fix from home… on my macbook. haha.
July 7th, 2010
