Monday, October 31, 2005

Salam Lebaran

Bermulanya detik aku menarikan jari jari membentuk sebuah karya. Sudah sekian lama aku tidak menyentuh kain kanvas. Agar kali ini, adalah datangnya rezeki dari seorang seniman, yang sudah lama terpendam didalam sanubari.

Angin mengusap pohon-pohon palma di horizon rumahku, tinggal lagi beberapa hari menjelang Syawal. Dan kali ini aku berhajat untuk mengucapkan Salam Lebaran buat semua sahabatku, musuhku, dan tak kira dimana jua berada. Moga-moga kalian berwaspada, dan senantiasa mengingati orang tercinta diwaktu kalian pulang ke kampung halaman.

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf zahir dan batin.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Focusing on the right decision

We wonder and think about how complex it would be when it comes on choosing the right decision on what we plan to have in our life. However, what we never consider for the first five second is what we really want and what we need. It comes a time our mind was too clouded with temptation that drives us, at the end, taking the wrong step and decision. Then there’s ‘I should have bought this instead of this one’.

Last week, I had numerous of ‘possessions’ over few items I plan on buying and I couldn’t decide what I really want and needed. First, it was the Adidas shoe (Nice black half-shell toe), then it was the portable MP3 player (iPod Video), then the mobile phone (Sony Ericsson), followed by the idea of getting a watch (Seiko) after having a work-breakdown-mood in my room. My mind got so messed up, I got so stressed so I decided to go for some mind-relaxing time at Berjaya Time Square for almost two hours. As I got there, I passed by few store and abruptly remember what happen three days before in KLCC where my officemate bought an Adidas jacket & t-shirt worth over RM1,000.
So, I was thinking, am I really up to that level of enthusiasm? What is it with me? Why do I have to buy lifestyle culture and since when I start to care what people think of how I look? I guess I have to refuse. I drove back home and passed by the houses and seen all these kids and family walking along the sidewalks and living a normal life. They was never bothered of brand (But surprisingly they are so crazy over local reality shows like Akademi Fantasia).
I think it’s time for me to focus on my decision and think about long term. I don’t need to buy it just because people ask you or encourage you to buy it. I really can’t hope for that ‘magic card’ I still carry around in my wallet. It scares me. So, this upcoming Raya, I’m getting a mobile phone (Sony Ericsson) because I’ve been borrowing my little brother’s mobile phone for over two month. It’s something that I feel I really need. Anyway, since I’m going to Singapore next month for iDN, it’s an opportunity to get myself an iPod Nano in Singapore. And why is that? Apple Malaysia charges more than RM200 for Nano (here, it’s RM969) compared to the price in Singapore which is around RM750. I will still have to sell out my iPod Shuffle (there are few interested individual who I’m counting on). I think of it this way; buy the most necessary stuff I want and need slowly without having to get everything on the plate. Gosh, why does everything have to be this month anyway?

Two Saturday Evenings (Caution, my blog uses foul language)

The last two weeks I had was such an amiable journey. The month of Ramadhan has always been an interesting month. In actual fact, I had obtained new things, new perspective in idea development, creativity and above all, the bona fide truth that somewhat I never considerate in my life.

On the evening of 15th of October, Shieko, Orkibal, Sona, Drew (Apek), Tha-B and his girlfriend and I spend our Ramadhan breakfast at McDonald’s Awan Besar (along KESAS highway In Selangor-Kuala Lumpur). The clouds were in ‘sour times’. But that doesn’t stop us from our usual monthly gathering (now added weekly!). We had plenty of delicious ‘Grilled Chicken Fold over’, ‘McChicken’ and other lip-smacking meals from McDonalds (It was the great Ramadhan buffet, where you only pay RM18 Ringgit for countless of meals).

We spent times talking about our art works, creative issues, endless jokes and of course, controversial topics related to the “Malaysia Graffiti scene”. As some of you would figure, there has been a major ‘plagiarism’ made by a local ‘artist’ who fought against Asia’s renown street from Singapore. I found this case was very pitiful. Next!

Now, on the 22nd of October (which is last Saturday), there had been another great ‘buka puasa session’ (gathering) for our Ramadhan breakfast (or in Arab, we call it as ‘Iftar’, thanks Bayah!) at Restoran Selera Kampung nearby Sogo, Kuala Lumpur. This time, the crowd is much larger. We we’re invited by COA (Children of Art) for this occasion (correct me if I’m wrong). Besides COA, The ordinary guys to be seen on the gathering is non-other than Shieko, Orkibal, Rooty, Afro Meow, Mr. Arul, Akira, Zul & his friend. We had such a great time, with jokes and hear a lot of unexpected stories, gossips and stuff. I guess it’s all paid off after working earlier that day. There’s always hard work, and pleasure at the end of the day.

The meeting didn’t just finish there. We continue our giggles and sketching-session in A&W Restaurant, just 3 shops away from the place we left. Since it’s getting late, we wrap up with cigarettes and read few ‘wisdom visuals’ from the magazine PLAY brought by Orkibal. I went back with Orkibal by LRT Star. Anyway, the black-dressed girl who sits besides me was really ‘inspiring’ in the train. We got of the same station and left Orkibal to another station. Wonder if I ever bump into her?

Illustrated by Shieko, colored by Muid.
Illustrated by Shieko, colored by Muid.

By the way, have you guys watched Final Fantasy? It’s just breath-taking. What can I say, it’s just blow your mind away. I’m waiting for Samurai Champloo (season two) which I believe to be will release by end of this year. So much to see, yet so little time.

My recent sketch of Papa Afro & interpretation of Miss Rooty’s character
My recent sketch of Papa Afro & interpretation of Miss Rooty’s character (Jangan marah Anna!)

Where Shall Thou Art ‘Twelve Years’ from now?

I’ve been taught arts for over seven years (including at my high school, form 4 & form 5). I mean, I had the privilege learning arts under the wings Prof. Ramlan Abdullah, Prof. Zakaria Ali, Prof. Tajuddin, Yussof Ghani, Shukri, Jailani Abu Hassan, Prof. Zuraika, Dr. Muliyadi, Prof. Ponirin Amin (Gosh, so many Professors) and other great masters in local arts scene, but seldom claim myself as an Artist, yet prefer to be called myself a Designer. As the matter of fact, I love being a designer. I never argue or have the impudence to protect my work with arts and philosophy or terms because it’s sometimes deceiving. I like to talk and discuss on real facts, what has influenced my artwork which I frequently relate to culture and experience, not by wisdom or quote of artists. I just feel that it there only to support in terms of documentation or writing a thesis. I prefer not to use art education or education as a weapon to attack people’s artwork or to protect myself. (Well, some people I’ve met like to abuse education and use it as a weapon). I hope some of you be able to avoid this kind of inaccuracy and strive to stay positive when accepting muddle that you had created.

Today I’ve undeniably learn something really exceptional. I feel that art comes not only by reading but most important by practicing. Only by practical, an artist can reflect themselves in their artwork, not just by saying or criticism. Always see, look, explore, think, generate and create an action. Write down our ideas and inspiration visually, because that’s where real arts come into us. Not just by reading books and expect that we can create an artwork out of it. What do you guys think? Comments are welcome.

To The one I once called ‘lover’

Love was never gone, but only hidden; I break the silence for the past seven years until the word ‘adequate’ retort. I don’t fancy you any longer. You were never meant to lighten up my life. The truth was you only care to indignant people around you, which you are good at, Just another moon river; you are a falsehood, a heart breaker.

Tatkala hidup amat sukar bila ku renungkan kembali kisah yang indah dibawah yang pernah membahagiakan diriku. Hari berganti hari, kita masih naïf terhadap suatu kepastian yang akhirnya membawa diri kita kepada ketewasan jiwa. Kini yang ku lihat hanya serpihan rohani yang lusuh, memakan diri dan masa. Namun. aku tetap mengambil jarum kehidupan dan menjahitkan kembali satu persatu hati dan jiwaku agar pada suatu hari ada datangnya cinta yang tulus ikhlas dari insan yang benar-benar menghargai dan memahami erti ikatan tanpa dihimpit keraguan dan kesangsian.

* what a feeling…the aroma of fresh morning breeze coming from the window in this room makes me so feel so tranquil.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Those Hectic Days

I’ve never been busy my entire life. But for the past two weeks has truly challenged me of who I am, as a creative thinker. I’d produced twenty design mocks for 4 days. There’s a lot of things happened for the past two weeks after my return from Bangkok. Currently I’m reading ‘Trading Up’ by Candace Bushnell. Don’t be surprised! It’s great. Never felt better after reading the slow ‘Blink’ by Malcolm Gladwell. I think ‘The Tipping Point’ is much better.

iDN Design Edge 2005

I had the privillage to go with my creative team to DesignEdge this November. I'm meeting up my friends like Killergerbil, ARTVST, Roger Tan, Bigbros workshop, Junkflea, and other Indonesia designers. COA, 84Cube and other great Malaysian designers. It's the gathering for creative! yeay!

Kini Hanya Buaian Mimpi

Bila mimpi pudar,
Jiwaku lusuh pergi dari tirai kamar,
Cinta yang dulu kutemui berpisah semula,
Memakan masa mengantikan hari-hari hitam,
Namun cahaya kini tinggal pudar,
Yang kubawa hanya titisan air mata,
biarpun azam agar terus mekar,
aku masih mencari cebisan hatiku yang terluka.

Soulguy, finally! been waiting for this for so long. Thanks for writing such a beautiful song. 'Fantasi Sebuah Cinta' by Adibah Noor is something extra-ordinary unique, promosing work I ever heard from you. Cheers bro!

Adibah, thanks for the lovely conversation. It was a great honour to finally talk to you. Hope I can contribute my creativity in your future production years to come.
"Sememangnya Adibah Noor teristimewa" - Sultan Muzaffar.

To my friends, those two are my brilliant respectful friends and wish you guys to find ways and opportunity to buy Adibah Noor's 'Yang Teristimewa' album, which is available at major record stores such as Tower Records for RM20. Let's support real talented artist and not wasted on Akademi Fantasia (sorry ya SM, harap tak ambil hati).

* jalan yang masih jauh.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

This House Is Not A Home

The smell of the fresh midnight breeze filled in the vicinity of our house’s front yard. The moon seems to be glowing each moment and the atmosphere was so scenic. So silence it was, now and then but this time it was dissimilar.

As I enter the door, standing right in front of me is the living room. I was stunned. With such tranquility transformation of interior design, our living room was redecorated with a mixture of oriental & British look-and-feel spreading up the space in our house. I adore it. I guess Mama sure have that Ramadan spirit going on a.k.a. early bird special.

Now, let’s wind back exactly what happened on the 28th of September to 2nd of October. I will elucidate what exactly happened to me. It wasn’t just the luxurious journey, but it was the wonderful escapade I had experienced with my beloved company (trip) in Bangkok & Pattaya, Thailand. The four days three nights was one hack of a ride of adventurously fun expedition & of course, such an anti-stress vacation, not forgetting, we had experience really bizarre situations and moments. Hint, have you seen James Bond VISA ad which also features Zhang Zi Yi taking their ride with Tuk Tuk? (Thailand term for Taxi)

After two weeks I had joined back my previous company (where I had been working in the year 2001), my AE (Account Executive) informed me that I have the opportunity to; and has given me such an exclusive privilege to join the company’s trip to Bangkok, Thailand. It wasn’t my first time in Thailand, but what matters to me was it was a fully sponsored trip. I was so excited because I was able to get the chance to know my entire colleague personally and to have more good times with them. It was nice.

Day 1:
I woke up at 4 am. I couldn’t get much sleep. I charged my iPod and had already put my bag pack in the living room. Right about 5:50 a.m., My dad sent me off to Bandar Tasik Selatan’s KLIA Express. 10 minutes before the train arrival, I just freaked out that I left my iPod in my room. I got really frustrated. It’s like ‘mati bini’. Once arrived at KLIA, we went to have our breakfast at McD’s after receiving brief from Alex, one of our tour guides. 8:40 a.m., we went off to Bangkok.

We arrived around 10:50 a.m. and off to Pattaya. Once there, we went to check-in at Hard Rock Hotel, Pattaya and half an hour later, we went to massage centre. We spent 2 hours there, and it was pleasant. The massager kept on squeezing my ass, for a freaking long time. I felt ackward. Right after the massaging session was done, I went to ask the guys if their massager did the same thing, and they got it too. The whole group was ‘re-freshed’ ala F5. Can or not? We had our dinner at night in some Thai restaurant. I still trippin' over for not bringing my iPod. Son of a b***&!

Day 2:
We had a nice breakfast. The team got out to land ourselves at the pool side. And yes, I got thrown in the pool by bloody Soffian, Yunus and Shukri. Damn it. We played water polo and went to the Spa. It was soooooooo nice to get ourselves into hot steamy shower (no really, real steamy shower), sauna (with the girls too), Jacuzzi and the freezing cold i-dunno-what-to-say-either-it’s-a-tub-or-pool thing, but it was freezing like koyunalawallayaya!

We checked out of Hard Rock Hotel at 12:30 p.m. but 30 minutes before that, I managed to buy few t-shirt, Bermuda pants and a wallet in their shop (I thought I told Yunus NOT to use my credit card, then there goes my ‘swipping’ session again, bugger!).

Soon after, we went to Gem Gallery at Pattaya. The place is wholly immense and we had a small train ride ala Petrosains at KLCC. I bought a small number of beautiful bracelets for my family (which they all including mum). I also bought myself a blink-blink. Nice earings, nigga-style!
Then it’s time for us to chow and push off to Bangkok. The journey took us 2 hours. Me & Soffian mostly spent time looking at cool Toyota Hilux & Fortuner. Dem nice.

Me at Amari Waterfront Hotel Lobby

We reach in Bangkok and check-in to AMARI Waterfront Hotel (such a beauuuutiful hotel, period!). After that we went of to Chaktuchak, one of Bangkok famous shopping bazaar. Once we reached there, we sip ourselves into the passage of shops and human. The weather was so freaking hot, it melted my body and my pants and God know which other parts of the body lah… and everyone else there. Hate it, but we have no alternative. Funny that I remember Soffian (our cool IT specialist) gave us this bright idea to walk back in our Hotel I bought plenty of t-shirts and clothes. One is the great Mongolian + Nepalian top (mostly can be found in British India) which I think they (Malaysia) sell it for more than RM300 Ringgit. I got it in Chaktuchak (like Central Market) for a very nice price.

Night time?
We had a slumber party! Best siout. And FYI, I don’t get drunk. I’m happily alive and well. I even had a small performance. I don’t know what happen but I know it was Day 3 when I woke up.

Day 3:
This is where I decided not to elaborate too much of my stuff so you readers don’t get annoyed with my long post ya… checkout the pictures uploaded via my fotopages.

Me at Amari Waterfront Hotel Lobby

I will take some of Yunus quote from his blog and let ya’all decide to drop by his nicely written blog or not, if you don’t visit, I will hate ya’all forever sebab you guys tak interested to know what happen with us at Bangkok :P Whatever it it, it was surely fun.

Selamat Berpuasa!
Tomorrow will be the 1st day of Puasa and I’m still in the office perah-hing my creative juice to work on few projects. Since it’s Ramadan, I’m sure everyone is very dried-up.

It seems that there’s so countless ‘phenomenon’ I face this month. Dawn from my relationship which I had built in such a short term (believe me, long distance relationship never work) to work (where our company gain two awards last week, yeay!), to my dearest friends and family and of course, all around me.

The Breaking Up Season

This is definitely a fact. You can see it anywhere, it happens, period. It’s a disaster but also an escapade of commitment and responsibility to certain of us.

Sometimes we thought love really exist in this world, it could be true, but it's a lie and it only appears as a disquise. No matter what happen and it's a never-ending battle. You can blame him or her, creating that men versus women. Now check this out, guys would think women just for sex, women just think guys can only make them happy by buying things, this or that (materialistic).

As far as I experience, my last relationship was the worst thing that can happen in my life. Such a big sacrifice I had made, to build up an honest, genuine love but it end up with few words from my lover, 'let's just be friend'. My heart just collapse to see such cheap love is. It's so easy to end up, after building it for a while for absolute ambigious reason. Whatever it is, it really taught me well what is life. I don't blame anyone if they hate the world 'love' cause I already know what it means. It means nothing.

I found few cases as well relating to my issue, for instant, I have my friend Zamdee telling me about divorce. Now talking about divorce, my dear friend which I prefer to call her 'Heart' also now a single mum, after building a marrige empire which doesn't last long. It's even worst to found out (suprisingly!) my best friend Yunus also broke up with his girl after building such a great relationship for more than 4 years. You see, the same case goes to my friend Alfred, where the girl decide to choose 1% of the guy where Alfred got the 99& love and key factor to the relationship. Yes, Yunus was in that situation too. It's pathetic to see why women can be so blind, mind and heart.

I finally come to a conclusion:
I feel I don't need to get married.

If I'm wrong, there's always an alternative:
If so, I would look for a contract wife for an amount of year where both party agrees. Or another alternative, going to freaking fu*king long procedure of adopting a son or a daughter. There's another 'acuh-tak-acuh' promise I made with my cousin if we both can't find our partners, we marry each other even though it could be a disaster. Or else, you can always pet a cat or a dog and watch them die 5 more year and buy a new one. Viola!

An escapisim to emo and distress!

Personally, I bought two precious item for my Raya (whatever term) which is Adidas All Odd (It's all caused by my friend Yunus had poisoned me to get one of those, and Sony’s Fontopia superb earphones for my iPod. Nyze! I will definately get Adidas Mexico next month. Let see if the Lomo deal with my friend will work. What else to buy... a car? Will know next year then. Bloody Rafidah!

* last dance. The walk begins.