The Diva

This would be my first ever attempt at story telling. The story is not original. It was from a rumor of the supernatural. I just put it into words of how it would have gone down. 

Damian was sitting on the couch of the studio restless. He checks his phone again but there were no new messages. He looks at the time that showed that he had been waiting for 5 hours now.

“I should go.” He said out loud to the empty studio. The sound guy left at midnight and the producer shortly after. At least he was allowed to stay and wait for ‘The Diva’.

His Diva he should say. His employment as The Diva’s personal slave extended to 2 years now which is the longest anyone ever stayed. The contract he signed out of desperation chained him to the job. He took comfort in the knowledge that at least he is technically the employee of Sonic Records thus entitling him access to all the biggest stars.

And no one is bigger than The Diva. Who is late. Again.

The Diva was scheduled to record the soundtrack for a new horror film. This was her first job after a hiatus of 6 months.

As per usual she would glide in 2 hours late, ignores everyone, sings and leave. One take was all she would give and no more. No more was ever needed.

Damian shut his eyes and was soon fast asleep.

The sudden cold jerked him awake. His heart was pounding and the fog from the sleep leaves him disoriented. He heard music and focused his eyes.

The Diva.

She was at the microphone singing the eerie song and cold sweat trickled down Damian’s neck.

“How could anyone even write the song?” he wondered as The Diva work. She was a sight to watch.

I wait for my beloved

I watched him sleep from the tree

Your death is a sweet surrender

I wait for my beloved in immortality

Damian went and fetched his bag of supplies. The Diva requires a bottle of Veen imported from Finland after each session and one single egg. Damian never knew the purpose of the single egg and didn’t care enough to wonder.

When he came in he was startled to see The Diva already out facing him. He stammered an apology and handed out the bottle and egg. She caught his hand and her long fingers caress his arm.

Seconds later The Diva walked out leaving Damian speechless. He looked at his arm and saw one long red mark. It didn't hurt.

Damian considered the time and opted to stay in the studio. Dawn was breaking soon anyway.

Part 2

Two weeks had passed from the recording session and The Diva did not contact Damian at all which suited him fine. He was now primarily attached to a new talent Sonic Records wanted to ‘launch’.

He heated up cold pizza and sat in front of the TV to watch the news. The Chief of Police was holding press conference. He turned up the volume and settled down.

“We made a positive identification of a body found in an abandoned house near Central 9 days ago. We believed that the victim was murdered before being set on fire to remove any evidence. It is with great regret that we announce that the victim is the singer popularly known as Maya or “The Diva”. The victim was murdered at an unknown location approximately one to two months ago and moved to the abandoned house soon after. We are still processing evidence and will let you know more soon. That is all”

Damian stared at the long red mark on his arm that wouldn’t fade away. Was it redder today?

The Misadventure of Meletopians

Before I proceed. An introduction is necessary. I have this group of friends consisting of 6 other lovely ladies. Being the child that we were, we call ourselves the Meletopians because why not? (the name is actually the contribution of a former member of the group who removed herself from the group on her own volition. We wish her all the best in her future endeavors. We kept the name)

And as per normal we created a group chat in whatsapp. So now the misadventure. A member, lets call her Ms X, lived in a different state than the rest of the group. She came to town last weekend. So in anticipation of her visits, plans to meet up were made. Ms X and two other friends were supposed to meet on a Sunday afternoon. So on Sunday morning, the two ppl going to the meet discussed their plans and asked for confirmation from Ms X on time to meet. There was no reply. Naturally, we all thought Ms X must have forgotten. Prompting in the group chat did not produce reply from Ms X.

Come Monday, we got worried. A look at her chat showed she was last seen on FRIDAY. No matter we kept our cool (we really didn't). We tried to call but her phone was turned off. Her facebook showed she last logged on on SATURDAY. And a friend even posted on her wall on SATURDAY asking where she was as she could not be contacted on her phone.

We called HER OFFICE who informed her firstly, she was at Court. So we were relieved and accepted this. ONLY!! Another member and myself called the office again on two separate times to see if she was back. I was told Ms X was in Court. My friend was told Ms X was on vacation. Further prodding to the STUPID office finally revealed that the Office had NO CLUE where she was. (Honestly if this was a real emergency, that hours when we believed she was in Court and not actually missing, well that could've killed her)

Finally we tracked down her house phone number and she was alive. THE END.

P/s: Her phone malfunctioned and DIED. And she didn't memorized any of our numbers.

P/s/s: We really should've had her family's phone numbers for emergencies. There was some other events to the story.We wouldn't have been as panicked as we were based on the above only. But i thought the story had zest ending the way it did. Hahaha.

Strangers & Friends

Maybe I have been a little harsh and judgmental of my community. In truth my perception comes from my own experiences of people who live up to their stereotypes. But though judging people to the community they are attached are inevitable, a touch of kindness are usually around the corner. So sometimes, I hate a little less and I love a little more. I would highlight 10 simple act of kindness that I experienced myself.

1. I ALWAYS find myself with empty battery. At the worst possible times too so I would leave people wondering my fate or whether I am hurt somewhere that I am unable to be reached. This perceived paranoia is really because I myself am one. So you KNOW something is wrong (or stupid) that is causing me to be incommunicado. (I HAVE A FUNNY STORY FOR THIS. TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT POST)

Sometimes when you're expected somewhere but you're running late but your phone died on you. What could you do. Sometimes I realized the battery is low so I would inform people that the phone will probably die soon. But if it suddenly died on me! The horror

HAHAHA. Then I get up the courage to ask random kindly looking people for their phone enabling me to get in touch with me loved ones. And tell them basically. "I'm not dead." And people are so accommodating. Like here's my phone trusted stranger?

2. This is short but oh so important. You know in LRT and buses? In those uni days when oil price is none of my concern and bus fares are CHEAP. Like people just give up their seats naturally. And sometimes man just give seats to me for being a woman. Like chivalry is not dead ladies. I get it. It's common sense. The pregnant woman and old people needs more rest than you selfish bastards. But that's my point. Selfish bastards are just in abundance. But then not everyone are selfish bastards.. And i live for this moment when humanity is just natural...

3. When I was 15. I came to school in the morning feeling horrible. I'm certain now that it must have been just a simple teenage drama not even worth a memory 10 years later. But I go to school fairly early. I will be the fifth person in (not even kidding). And always I would sit with this girl waiting for our mutual friends to come. She was sort of a friend. We hang with the same friends but never really clicked. We were friendly strangers.

But on this particular morning. I came in hiding my sadness as best as I could (truth: i really didn't put much effort. I wear my heart on my sleeve). And this friendly stranger saw and asked this simple question. "Hey are you ok?". And the waterworks came out. She sat there just waited until I finished. And i said yes. And that was enough. I felt better just like that. I wished i could say we became super friends after this. I mean we had a MOMENT. But it didn't happen. I haven't spoken to her of anything significance beside pleasantries since. But that moment of kindness. That split second. I was forever grateful she was there.

4. 3 people stopped their car to jumpstart my dead car in the middle of morning rush hour traffic at 3 different times. Enough said. God i wished i remembered their faces and names... It also worth noting that 7 ppl i successfully flagged refused to help (why did you stop in the first place? did you think i was offering free cable waving them like that?)

5.  The people who chased my car and honk like crazy just to tell my stupid ass that my car lights are not turned on at 11pm.

6. A woman automatically walked beside me in the rain because i didn't have an umbrella (LIKE WHO DOES THIS?)

7. That guy who helped push my trolley of boxes in court when I struggled balancing handful of documents while pushing the load.

8. A woman in Court tending to the bar council room allowed me credit for internet and printing because my purse was empty and i couldn't draw money at that time. Choosing instead to hold on to my promise that i'll come back later to pay her. When I asked if i could pay her later, I honestly thought she would politely say no. If I was in her shoes I would say no. The bill was not mere change. It was RM25 if i remembered correctly. She didn't even ask my name! Now some may say that it was in Court, I was obviously a lawyer and she probably remembered me in Court. Even considering all this, I was grateful. More so when you consider this is the place where cynicism is not only practiced but a way of life. (some lawyers would disagree. But really? You think not??)

9. In my university days, a random student came up to ask if I needed company back to my college room.  I was alone coming out of the library at night on a semester break. Her concern was actually sound. I could see that her friends were not keen because our colleges were a distance from each other but she ignored them anyway.

(Ultimately my destination was not back to the dorm so I declined her offer. The friendly girl and her unfriendly minions left. On a further note, i do get very suspicious of people. So even if I had wanted to go back to the room, taking safety precautions i don't think I would have joined them. But I believed she was sincere so it counts as an act of kindness)

10. A cabbie refused fare when he took me back home in the pouring rain when I was 13.

And there's many more. That friendly smile that passed between strangers. The hello as you shared a table in a packed restaurant. The greetings of strangers just passing you through life. Life is minutely difficult. We face different crisis personally and professionally. So I am grateful for that little light in between this fast paced race where people are just kind to each other for no reason whatsoever.

Being special..

I blame the world for making people judge a person by their size rather than the quality they have. What is wrong by being fat or thin or athletic? Why is it that you have to make someone feel bad about their body and lower their self-esteem? Why can’t people just accept that every single person is special and different in their own way?

No matter how hard I try, the perception of other human towards my friend still bothers her. She has personal issues since she was a kid and the people around her don’t do much to help her overcome that. Time and time again she tries to fit in. She tries her very best to prove that she is capable of achieving whatever that is necessary but people doesn’t seems to care about it. They keep on suggesting that her achievement is never good enough or that she should try harder to achieve things and many other hurtful words.

The things is… how is it that you are not proud of her? Why is it that you keep bringing up the problems she made when she was a kid? SERIOUSLY. Why can’t you just appreciate who she is now. She completed her studies. She is now working. Paying for her own expenses. She doesn’t really ask money from you since… I don’t know…. 5 years ago?? Unless she is really in need. She buys her own toiletries when some people still have their parents pay for their shit even when they now earning 4k!

Why must she try harder to be someone that she’s not? What is it that you really want from her?! Can’t you just leave her alone? You are just being biased for whatever reason there is. Doesn’t she being helpful in terms of finances now? She is being very responsible in whatever way that she could. PLEASE stop making her feel bad about herself and hurt her.

It is impossible for me to comfort her when there are too many things that keep on lowering her spirit. The wound is so deep that regardless if I managed to make her smile or comfort her there will still be the painful smile. I want her to see who and what she is now. I am so proud of every attempt and achievements she made. I am also proud that I am her friend. 

Wherever you are, I want you to know that you are special regardless of what others tell you.  Thank you for accepting and appreciating our differences. I love you babe.

Empty cans make the most noise.

Today, out of GREAT disappointment I’m finally posting this.

The youngsters actively participate in demonstrations is something very common now. They seem to be very vocal with regards to things that to THEIR mind are in need of change. Fair enough. After all we live in a democracy society and it is ‘supposed’ to be a human right thing that the humans will have the freedom of speech.

But just a subtle reminder. PLEASE USE YOUR BRAIN BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO VOICE OUT your opinion or say something. I’m sure we’ve heard that “Empty cans make the most noise” isn’t it. 

Besides all the demonstrations, people commenting here and there be it about political issues, human rights… everyone seems to have their own opinion on things and trying to be very ‘academic’. Previously only scholars will make a remark on something and that will only be done after doing all the necessary research but that is not the case now. Everybody appears to be a scholar somehow regardless whether you even complete your degree or not.

A near example happened this afternoon. A MALE student full with ‘charisma’ and ‘man-ness’ bravely raised his hand and said: “may I give suggestions with regards to this matter?”. WOW! It’s very brave of him to do that. But FIRST, is it PROPER for him to do that??

I’m so sorry, you may call me “narrow-minded” or “conservative”, I don’t mind. In fact that is what I am. I believed that parents and teachers deserve all the respect in the world. If you have any opinion or suggestion, I think it is proper for you to see them personally rather than voicing or shouting it out for the whole class to hear.

The reason is simple. What if the opinion or whatever you said could some way or another hurt or embarrassed your teacher? Is it OK for that to happen then? Personally, I do not see anything wrong with whatever she said. the remarks she made on her disappointment of things, she deserved to say that and what she said is not in any way prejudice or biased. It is based on her experience and sad to say, I admit the things she said is true.

The problem with the students now to be specific is that they do not use their brains. They have the knowledge in hand, but they are somehow too dependent and restricted on the resources that they have and they do not at all can think professionally. Of course they are experts on how to DRESS UP to class, how to act in front of their partners, how to simply voice out anything that comes to mind without even thinking, but when it comes to being professional and try to imagine yourself in a situation, they FAILED!

It is always someone else’s fault but never theirs. It is also the government, the teachers, the parents that are wronged but never them. How can you criticized others when YOU, yourself cannot accept criticisms? Each one of us has our own war. Please be nice and considerate towards others so that others can and hopefully will do the same towards you. And because of your ‘brave-ness’ other people that doesn’t share the same opinion as you will now have to suffer for your stupidity. Thank you.

Born This Way?

Excerpt taken from the Lyrics Born This Way by Lady Gaga:

I'm beautiful in my way

'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I WAS BORN THIS WAY
Baby I WAS BORN THIS WAY
Oh there ain't no other way
BabyI WAS BORN THIS WAY
I'm on the right track, baby
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

I WAS BORN THIS WAY hey!
I WAS BORN THIS WAY hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I WAS BORN THIS WAY hey!
I WAS BORN THIS WAY hey!
I WAS BORN THIS WAY hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I WAS BORN THIS WAY hey!


Same DNA, but born this way.
Same DNA, but born this way.

Dear Lady Gaga,

I doubt it... LOL

KECEWA adalah perasaan aku sekarang. Aku dikhianat.

Aku bukan pro-gov. In the sense that parti aku adalah PAS. Aku sokong ideologi PAS. Tapi.. Ni adalah kerajaan. Aku bukan pro-gov. Aku pro-Malaysia. So.. In realiti aku menyokong BN sebagai peneraju kerajaan Malaysia. So there is trust. Aku trust dia (secara paksa atau rela) to do what is best for Malaysia.

OF COURSE aku sedar ada pengundi hantu. OF COURSE aku dah baca from blogs yang tunjuk bukti that dalam system SPR ade 2 org with the same IC. So aku tau pengkhianatan tu.

So bile aku nampak gambar ni kat facebook. Aku tak terkejut. Malah aku rasa itu mungkin satu taktik pembangkang untuk dapat lagi pengundi. BTW.. pic kecik even originally and quite unclear. So look at the pic urself here. But to those yang tak click the link, the pic shows a print screen of a result of search untuk pengundi using the IC number. So apparently the same IC number is registered for two different voters.

What I usually do in this situation is mempercayai yang really MEMANG ADE PENGUNDI HANTU! But looking at this picture. Aku mcm syak wasangka BECAUSE aku dah pernah check whether aku dah registered belum and the result bukan mcm picture yang kat atas ni. Lagipun takkanlah keluar dua nama. So aku yakin yang picture kat atas, yang menunjukkan dua pengundi ade same IC, adalah FAKE. So aku enlarge and try to read the numbers and did my own research. Aku set out to prove that my govt was innocent. Can you imagine that? Me being pro-PAS and all set out to SHOW that opposition don’t play fair either.

The results are these:

Haih... Kecewa....