This Is Kye-Rectory

I don’t even know where to start. Sigh..

I wasn’t a fan of Britney at all..never. I loved some of her songs but that’s just about it. To adore her, buy her CDs, collect her pin-ups - no, I never did those. She was just another singer that always came out with great new tunes which continuously pleased the global crowd.

And there’s where the trouble begun. Too much fame. Everyone become obsessed with Britney. Especially those Americans, notoriously known for their celeb-obsession.

When the Chris Crocker vid hit YouTube and became the talk of the time ["Leave Britney alone!!!!!], I wasn’t feeling it yet. I wasn’t even realized how dangerous this whole situation is.

*The Chris Crocker video is even featured in ‘Meet the Spartans’. Haha..

But, as time goes by, I’ve starting to realized how dreadful this situation can be. How fragile Britney is right now. How she really needs help and people should just leave her alone.

Britney is sick. And we read about it everyday on the net.

She is desperate for some peace, some good friends and someone to love her. In recent drama, she was talking to herself outside an elementary school about ‘wanting to pick up her children’. She later said to the person who inquired and guide her to the exit ‘You are so kind. Maybe you should give me your number. I don’t really have many friends’.

This breaks my heart. You’ve seen it. Money can’t buy life.

She tried killing herself before, when she locked herself up in the bathroom with her child which ended her being wheeled to the ambulance for the first time. In the suicide note, she continuously mentioned about ‘wanting to find peace and perhaps death is the best way’.

Speechless.

Rosie O’Donell likened Britney to Princess Diana where both were the obsession of their time and resulted in death of the latter - in the attempt to find peace and space of her own. Pray the same won’t occur for Britney.

She has lots to give and way huge potential to color the music industry. Her latest album ‘Blackout’ is, I daresay, the best album she has ever come out with and easily one of the best albums so far for me.

We’ve seen famous people died over this short period of time. First was the assassination  of Benazir Bhutto, then the untimely death of Heath Ladger, next was Suharto. Is it a trend or what?

A professor in astrology and card reading in Latin America is famous for giving his yearly predictions since 2 decades ago. For 2008, he predicted 2 major things:

1. Hillary Clinton will win US Presidential election.

2. Britney Spears will commit suicide.

Gasp.

By the current affair, it’s only a matter of time before it happens. But, 100% of me doesn’t want that to happen.

Save Britney. Amen.

Phew, this has been a while! It’s been quite some time [3-4 months] since I updated this blog. Truth saying, I have diverted to blogging on the new site which is daysofdelirium.blogspot.com. So, I never really cared about blogging here in Friendster…until someone, a friend of mine told me that I still have a bunch of people who were quite keen on my Friendster’s page and read all of my blog posts.

More interestingly, they BITCH about me to other people behind my back regarding of their ‘discoveries’ on my page and blog! I have known this through my good pal and I chose to remain silent but boy, how they went frenzy about this. Seems like the more I remained mum, the more fun they have bitching about me.

Though this bunch of people seemed [and looked] pious, they still bitch about me and not even once they came to me and asked me in the face should they have any ‘wild thoughts’ that’s bothering their mind.

So, they bitch and bitch and bitch about me. And from what I know, they seemed to hate me as well. But do they show it? No, no, no! They still put on that sweet, saccharine smile each time I bumped into them like they have been loving me for a long, long time. How hypocrite is that?

A silly so-called pious bunch of people who are hypocrite and bitch about people behind the subject’s back.

That doesn’t sound so Islamic to me.

Well, these people sort of like have a problem with the way I am. Don’t ask me, because I, too, don’t know what’s the meaning of ‘the way I am’. I just assumed it. Because they, apparently, hate everything about me. The way I looked, I behaved, I talked, I carried myself - everything.

They just DON’T LIKE ME. And I wonder why.

Not that I am being vain or any shit, but I am just curious why in the fucking world would they hate someone [i.e. me] to the extent of talking behind my back, asking my closest friends about ‘who I really am’ and bitch around about me?? Have I ever stole their girlfriends/boyfriends? Haha..that’s funny. Coz they themselves and their taste of appearance are already FUGLY [fucking ugly], what more of their gf/bfs? They can’t even speak proper English and still have the audacity to bitch about me? That’s what I call a fucking high determination. They’ll get some brownies point with that.

[Just for the records, I never stole anyone's bf/gf]

I wonder why they hate me so much? Why would they targeted me? Am I that interesting to be targeted as an issue?

What more, they assumed that I have sex with my room mate!! What in the fucking world is going on with them?? They sort of like think I am a fucking retard who spreads negativities and influence people to commit sins. With me around, people cannot excel. I am like a very bad whore, sitting around and asked people to do bad things and thus, should be thrown away into hell. The deepest one.

That’s more a description of the devil than me. Though I am bad, I’m still a Muslim and I know where I should stand.

I just don’t get it, why or what made them so intrigued to dig stories about me? Bitch about me? Assume that I am the subject of my friend’s failure?

I have kept quiet long enough and it’s high time to speak out and say something. I just wanted to make things clear here that I will name drop the people responsible for this, if I hear more ‘juicy’ things regarding this in the future. No hesitation will be contemplated. Just a sharp attack.

To those people, next time, if you wanna know anything about this guy, come and ask it to my face and I’ll entertain every single question you want to know.

Every.

Because I am not a hypocrite like you guys. I tell you want you want to hear. You can tell me what you would like me to hear too but you cannot make me obliged to it. I am a free human and according to the UN Declaration 4, I have the freedom of choice to make decisions that I want AS LONG AS IT DOESN’T INTERFERE IN OTHERS’ RIGHT OF FREEDOM.

I know, I’ll be hearing more from those people soon. And I’m eager for it.

Cheers. Til then, shut up and mind your own business, bitches.

Later.

This has been long due but anyway, Im still going to post it. Haha.. So last weekend, The Gardens was officially launched on 29 Sept 2007 although like its counterpart Pavilion, much were still under construction. Anyhow, I went a day earlier the launch to check things out. My impression of TG was very high, and need to say, I wasn’t being disappointed.

Since I was coming from the Mega Mall, I just took a stroll under the marquees adorning walkway right from the center court of the Mega Mall [near to the Starbucks] to the entrance of Gardens. The walkway was beautiful, complete with small chandeliers as if to give you that exquisite feeling as you made your way to the new discovery.

True to its name, Gardens stay close to its principle by using mostly natural resources, namely wood, in its interior decorations. But if you are already familiar with Pavilion, you would find Gardens rather drab as the boutiques are most likely as the ones in Pavilion, such as Guess by Marciano, Guess, Gap, Gap Kids, Massimo Dutti, Club Monaco, Armani Exchange, Banana Republic, Nine West and others.

There were also high-end labels like Coach, Montblanc, The Hour Glass and others. And soon, The M Store will be opened and it will carry long-awaited labels that would make their debut in Malaysia, most specifically in Gardens, such as Michael Kors, Rock & Republic and [believe it or not] Karl Lagerfeld. Rock & Republic is specialised in carrying denim goods and its most renowned work was when they collaborated with Victoria Beckham in ‘Victoria Beckham for R&R’ jeans range. Karl Lagerfeld needs no introduction as this designer for Chanel, Fendi, Yves Saint Laurent and his own label is already master of his trade. People out there just get ready to fork out 6-figure amount for a couture dress by Mr Lagerfeld himself.

There are 3 department stores namely Marks & Spencer, Isetan and Robinsons. Robinsons used to be in KL circa 1970s but here they are, making their so-called debut again. Carrying affordable items in luxurious surrounding, Robinsons has already gain a spot in my shopping preference. Isetan on the other hand, upgraded itself [just like Parkson did in Pavilion] by carrying high end labels like Burberry, Salvatore Ferragamo, Celine, Anya Hindmarch and Marc Jacobs. Gee…Marc Jacobs is everywhere nowadays..

The outlay of the stores was nice. Plenty of spaces with gigantic sofas for you to rest your tired legs after a long spree of shopping. As they say ‘Its About You’, you could tell that you’ll fall in love with this place. A worth of visits, again and again.

Awesome place! I went there yesterday with my lovely bunny and I could tell, the place was awesome! Though, it was only partially done and way lots more to be completed, the shopping complex was certainly heading somewhere bright.

Located amidst the glamourous strip of Bintang Walk, neighboring with the likes of Starhill Gallery, Lot 10 and KL Plaza, this new baby was certainly a jewel in its own right. Despite the blood-choking [cekik darah] parking rate, Pavilion still won my vote as the idiosyncrasy of it captured me and made it stood tall in its own league without direct resemblace from other shopping centres and malls.

It stood out with new range labels that made their debut here in our country like Juicy Couture, Kiehls as well as the already notorious ones like Nine West, Tiffany & Co, Aigner, [the reopening of] Versace and others to mention a few. Oh yeah, and my long time favourite, Marc by Marc Jacobs - which previously sold in Bluemarine boutique alongside with other labels in KLCC. Not to mention, the double timer too: Guess and Guess by Marciano, Giordano Ladies and Giordano Apparel, Gap and Gap Kids. My personal favourite, Banana Republic was there as well, much bigger than its first store in KLCC. For Topshop/Topman lovers, the store was 2 storey-high should you couldnt get enough of them.

And there was the Parkson Pavilion, which I think, come closest to Malaysian version of London’s Harrods by bringing in high end labels like Marc Jacobs, Anya Hindmarch, Vivenne Westwood, Annick Goutal etc. Speaking of Annick Goutal, this label of scent expert, previously was only available in its stand-alone boutique in Le Meridien Hotel in KL Sentral [the only Annick Goutal boutique outside of Europe]. Among its devotees are from the likes of Madonna and our His Majesty Yang Di-Pertuan Agong. How cool was that?

The layout of the building itself is good. First look, the centre court looked so much to its sister, Starhill Gallery. No surprise as they are from the same developer, YTL. Then, what really captured me was the colloseum-like staircase in front of the main entrance, leading to the centre court. The way it was laid down looked splendid and put grandeur to the total architecture.

The best and recommended way to get there was by monorail, since the parking rate was so ridiculous [but go ahead if you pleasure spending your dosh for it]. Stopping at Bukit Bintang Station, you would fine it no hard stuff at all making your way there, passing by its neighbour malls before getting there. With remaining stores gearing up to be completed and lauched [Versace, Burberry, Ferragamo, Montblanc, Juicy Couture, IWC, Tangs etc], Pavilion KL would be some shopping centre that would live up to its motto - Axis of Inspiration!

It’s not like I haven’t done any bloody presentation in my two decades of life. In fact, I’ve gotten so used of standing in front of crowd, large one, and talk - sometimes rubbish. But this time around, perhaps it was because I prepare the 12-pages report, submit it, prepare the slides and present it all within 24 hours. Quite an achievement, eh?

My presentation was at 2 pm. I decided to dress in the safest color and the most presentable wardrobe to me. So I chose to wear my black Polo T-shirt, jungle green cargo with a little dap of Dunhill For Men EDT to exudes smoothness to the people around me. So, off I went and I decided not to be the first speaker because the first one usually will be bombarded the most with question during the feedback session. I decided for the second speaker but Caroline told me she would like to go next. Being a gentleman, I let her go second and I follow suit.

Then, my turn. I observed, the crowd was starting to feel bored of the first 2 presentation and no applause was given to my previous 2 friends. Hmm, I better not screw up and make them cheering me ‘Booooring!’ (cue Homer Simpson). Then, Prof Sabitha started to make remarks on how she wasn’t so satisfied with the presentations, even the previous weeks ones. They all lacked examples which could relate the discussed issue to our country. I thought, I have some examples in context of Malaysia. She might like em…or not.

My topic was ‘Can the decline of legislature in the face of executive overwhelm advantages be reversed?’. For those in the dark [like HRHF..hehe] I should be talking about whether the reducing power of the Parliament by the overpowered Ministers/Cabinet be reversed and put everthing back on track or not. I know, I strongly believe that the answer is always YES but on how to prove it is a different issue.

Anyway, so off I started. And all the sudden, my American English so-called accent was gone and replaced by the typical way Malays sound when they speak English. Hell yeah! I didn’t know what happenned because the accent was a practised thing since I was a kid and it wasn’t an act or a rehearsed thing. While I was presenting, I thought of a contestant I saw in America’s Next Top Model the previous week, where she impromptuly blurted out Jamaican English accent during an acting challenge. Haha..boy, how I could relate to that!

Since my slides are quite organized [I put everything in order rather than jumbling it out - the definition, intro, factors causes it, ways to resolve, conclusion] and have quite a number of pictures [thanks Yahoo!, you made my life so easy], the crowd beginning to like the presentation and paid attention to me and even laughing when I did some [silly] jokes. Even Prof Sabitha was smiling, chuckling at times - appropriately, if you may.

The end. My fellow friends gave me a loud applause. I grinned from ear to ear. I felt relieved, happy, glad, thankful - a cocktail. Prof Sabitha told me she liked my presentation the best but my report [which I submitted prior to the presentation] made no judgment on that. The report was bad but the presentation topped. Hmm..how could you interpret that? Perhaps HRHF was right, I better off talking. Haha..

Being named as the example/ benchmark for others by my lecturer isn’t the most euphoric thing that day. The climax was when the presentation is over and as I was lingering out of the hall, trying to untie the tangle of my mp3 player headphone, an Indian fellow coursemate patted me from behind and as I turn to face him, he told me ‘Hey, good job! Great presentation!’. Whoa man…being recognized, being appreciated like that was the most honorable thing in the world. You got appreciated by what you did and that was pretty something, you know. It wasn’t for the grade, but the recognition. The invisible recognition - which I prefer, than the superficial ones.

Amen to that!

As I stood amidst the darkness from my 8th floor hotel room in Port Klang watching continuous and seemed-contagious fireworks display by the harbour, my mind wandered around searching for the meaning of this so-called Golden Jubilee Celebration of Malaysia’s Nationhood. While all around us is full of enthusiastic people lauching themselves into a full-throttle Merdeka celebration and infecting [or trying to infect] others around them to feel in the same way, I almost get carried away with this blunt endeavour and still is.

My search for the meaning of this 50 years of independence began as I made a stop in front of the Petronas Gallery in KLCC somewhat two weeks back. There was an exhibition of the earliest national ‘prides’ during the first decade of independence. There was the Merdeka Stadium, UM, Subang Airport etc. Everything was built with concern to the people - how people would and could benefit from that. Tunku was so concerned of the people of Malaya and he wanted the people to enjoy from all the infrastructures that been built. And the cost at that time was still considered low even with respect to our status quo [taking inflation rate as 3% per year]. Everything was so simple and so…. let me put it this way, life was good then. We come together as one and we live [though not ultra-modern and hyper-rich] very prosperously. That’s what merdeka should be about - we live happily, prosperously and harmoniously. Compare this to situation now, everything and everyone is so individualistic. We dont feel the sense of unity and we dont feel like we are related to another Malaysian as we live only to survive ourselves and too busy minding our own bussiness to care about others.

My Political Science lecturer said something that rang my [dusty] bell. She mentioned on how secured we feel when we are blessed with so many good things and abundant of wealth until we forgot how it feels to be standing in the same land half a century ago. We forgot how hard we have to strive for something, how unselfish we were and how long it took just to bond these races in our country. Yet, here we are, as if knowing what we are celebrating but left as individuals with nothing gained after waited patiently for the clock struck 12.

What is Merdeka? And what does this Golden Jubilee implies? With more corruption cases climbing up the index, rich-poor gap are becoming super wider, more people lagging in education, youngsters prefer to do ‘volunteer’ loitering around the mall wearing punk or skinhead attires - do we still dare to shout out that we have accomplished 50 years of Merdeka? If the situation is as good as back then, I dare to go all out for this Merdeka but sadly the situation is not what it seemed.

Nevertheless, Im still a proud Malaysian. Always proud of country. Always will be one.

Happy 50th Birthday, Malaysia

1. I Don’t Look The Same In Real Life and In Pictures
[at least that's what I think..I look better in behind cameras, I presume. But, don't get me wrong..I'm grateful for this God-given body alright]

2. I Snore
[this was told by my boo..hehe, sorry honey]

3. I Have Light Brown Eyes
[never really cared about it but my boo told me the other day. Guess got it from my mom]

4. I Was So Vain
[wearing branded goods that were not up to my level..but I liked it! So..it wasn't really an issue.....was it?]

5. I’m Hot Tempered
[easily irritated, annoyed when things I planned didnt go my way or people behaving the way I don't like]

6. I’ll Never Get to Give Up Caffeine
[it's in my chromosome. People told me it was bad and responsible for the uneven complexion of my skin...Sadly, I'll never get to give it up..]

7. I’m Attracted to Paris Hilton - So Dangerously
[it's norm for girls to like her or to be like her. But a male to like her above every other girls? That's pretty uncomprehended]

8. I’m A Good Friend (links to fact no.4)
[whenever my friends are down, I'll try my hardest to cheer them up or make them happy again. I like to give presents too... It's disheartening for me to not be able to be there for them when they need someone..]

9. I’m Different
[my thoughts, my preference and my outlook of life differ tremendously from people around my age. Only my closest friends and my boo understand me and linked to my thoughts]

10. I Have The Best Life Ever! (kind of links back to fact no.4)
[I have great friends, loving family and most importantly, the best boo ever! He understands me and loves me so much. What more could I ask? I could die right now with a grin on my face =)]

To be in a relationship is great - its beyond anything you could have dreamt of before. It pushes you towards success and put you in jolly mode all the times. And when hardship struck, you know the best day of your life is still there where you look at him smiling back at you.

For me, what seemed like a eternity-meant endeavour ended after a good five months. On and off we broke up before but everytime it happenned, it was me who played the hero of the day. But the final time it occurred, I had enough. It didnt do any justice that I didnt loved him - it never did. What I felt for him was far more beyond love - we became a unit. I laughed, I cried whenver he did. The pain that he felt was shared with me and the joy he got was so contagious to me. We were so together and there was no barrier between us - or so I thought.

But I couldnt be the one who were always jumping off the cliff to save our rocky relationship. This is A relationship - it works in both ways. It wasnt just my part but his too. I think, I had enough of being belittled, insulted and lowered to every possible way by him. Its time for me to make a move though I despise it as much as I loved him.

Time went by and on one fateful dawn, The Almighty Lord revealed to me the truth. He has somebody new. Someone who was quite younger than me and for sure, much more handsome than me mind you - but no less as good as me, I believe. For a moment, I pondered just how fast and how easy people could just throw everything and move on. Seemed like he had forgotten the sweet times that we shared together and the tough times when I stayed by his side. Yeah, people come and go but memories sticked forever.

Perhaps The Almighty would teach him something. And maybe teach me too a thing or two about life..or something like it. Bottom line is, no matter how close, how strong you are together with him, just take a while to step back and draw the line between you and him so that you wont lose yourself when he backed off because after all…well, people changed.

Go figure

kYe 5:35am

alright..the title might also suggest of my examination results which were out recently..no prize for guessing how i did and wat i got.. haha.. wat the hell, i crashed last friday of december 8..not really THAT crashed.. i got into a minor accident in the highway en route back to KL with my lovely gay Kancil, Kiki.. haha..

it was sooo raining heavily that afternoon.. i wasnt driving that fast in fact.. maybe around 90 km perhour or less.. and this stupid volvo (who had already accidented there) was so wrecked and laying in the middle of the road..it was raining heavily and i couldnt see a thiing..no surprise, i almost hit it full-barred when i finally got the vision of the wrecked car..by the time, it was fucking late..i tried to manoevuer my Kiki away from it but the right front tyre hit the car somehow and …doomed.

i was trembling like hell and shaking like i was struck with high fever..i was so petrified, scared..and other synonyms that go well with it. i called my bucuk.. he told me he would try to be there as soon as he could.. fuck i was scared..not becos of the accident.. but becos of the cost of the repair that i have to swallow..

as i waited for my brother to come and settle everything in the workshop, my baby came and as soon as he stepped out of his gay Gen2, Adam, and hugged me, i broke down into tears and cried like hell.. i cried like there;s no tomorrow.. i donno exactly i fel;t at that time..scared, yeah..comforted, yeah.. but most importantly, i felt being loved for real..! for the first time, i felt being love by my partner..so fucking touched…

he stayed with me throughout the evening and until everything was repaired and settled.. still traumatized, i managed to pull myself together back and head back to his place (since i couldnt check in my hostel by that time).. thanks azrisham for making up my day..and life. love you lotssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!

I never knew that i would bump (let alone to be acquainted) with people who can be more boring than Barbra Streisand. Alright, I knew that I had chosen to pursue my career in dentistry and I quickly diminished the thought that I would become one of those people or to know one. You know, the perception that people (and I) have on how boring and deadful medicine and dentistry people can get. Before even stepping into the varsity or waaaay even before packing my bag. I made an oath that I wouldnt sacrifice my grip on the fun side of life and be less lively than what I already am just because I am in this (boring) field. So off I went.

But, can you imagine how bad I wanted to scream or maybe even kill myself when some of my peers there in the varsity dont even know who the hell is Mr Donald Trump! Alright, maybe they weren’t interested in real estate management or don’t feel The Apprentice is amusing enough. But, just when I thought that worse thing couldnt hapen, it did. They didnt even know Catherine Zeta Jones or other (very) well known celebs.. my goodness. It seemed that the myth about medicine and dentistry students are in fact true.. they are not interested in anything but the books, not story books or any other kind of books but the ones regarding their studies. My Lord..give them some enlightenment..

Alright..it might not be the most dreadful thing could have happen to a living man. But it might be the one next to it, then. Megat used to complain to me too how his peers in Unimas (taking medicine) didnt have any slightest clue of who Marco Polo is. That did it. I couldnt take it any longer and this thing should stop.

All I’m suggesting is, those people who believe that they are of this case, they should be taking notice of what’s happening around them. They shoud realise (in the appropriate manner) that it’s a big world out there. When my vice chancellor complained how today’s graduates didnt have the soft skills required, I fully comprehend with her and totally support that sentiment. They just dont get it! They thought, just by learning, they are fully successful and can be known as an accomplished human..which is soooo wrong. Open up to the world, be lively and be alert and analytical of the things happening around. This would make you stand up better than anyone else.

So..regarding with those people that I’ve mentioned earlier..I think its best not to discuss about my affinity and my life with them. They won’t understand should I mention Louis Vuitton, Tom Ford, Annick Goutal, Nicole Richie, John Steinback’s ‘East of Eden’ or the inventor of shoe lace. Oh well, they are just not that into it..