9.28.2006

soulfood

i am not a good singer. well, i know my scales. at times, i lose track of them too. as you might call me: a toilet soprano. when i was younger, and kemaruk by the arena, i would 'train' myself in the loo: singing my hearts out as loud and as high as i could reach. the toilet was my stage. the mike was the shower head. i was in my own world. the bottles of shampoo, bubbles and the flowing water were my audience, my avid fans.

i thought the world stops just there. well, when you're younger, you would take the immediate circle as your only world. the influence stops there. the foresight stops there. the volume stops there. and so i thought.

as i grew older, i realize that the toilet was not encapsulated by mufflers. people downstairs, upstairs and all around could hear me croak. sheesh~ embarassed at my own folly, i stopped singing in the loo. this hobby was being transferred to singing onstage. and from there, i learn to appreciate music.

i also remembered sitting in the audience, while watching Andika, my hair stood on end. Ulan never failed to have that effect on me. 'Ya Shahrayar' made my hairs stand for the whole 12.5minutes...even until now, when i watch the tape back. That was what I call good music: haunting. the impact was there. and it would always be there.

back to my original point before i digress further, hady mirza made my hair stood on end when he sang that idol-song. and i exclaimed,"there is our spore idol." and he did won. not that i have the ability to predict, but i do know good music. he made good music. he didn't shine as brightly as taufik, but his face was berseri. he was enjoying himself. i dare say he deserves to win.

i have believed, if you put your heart and soul into singing [be it whatever you do], when people watch you [be it intentional or not], their hair would stand and automatically would understand and appreciate the amount of dedication and sincerity that you have invested. if not all, then at least one. that suffices.

***

The most valuable possession is the contentment of the heart.
The best provision is that of piety.

Yours truly...LaDy FrUsT! ...blithed blistering brood...
 

9.22.2006

.:reads:.

Why is it that the entries I read each day, there must be one that seemed to be arrowed at me? Maybe I am paranoid that I should think so. Maybe I know the writers well enough to conclude as such. Maybe? Well, if I know them well enough, I would sense their presence here with me, either literally or spriritually. But I don't. Not much anyways. As someone has told me,"(We) have our own lives to lead already..." Oh okie...

***

In my eyes, you snubbed me. Maybe it was my words. Maybe it was my actions. Maybe it was solely because of the things that I did not say or do. Well, if I had viewed it as the above, then I might have been the cause of it, right? That puts me in the wrong, right? Then, I am sorry. Still, it does not medicate the hurt that my heart was daggered of.

Promise me...
You would turn and walk away when you see me --> you remind me of the hurt.
You would not attempt to hold my hand --> unlike the time when you keep holding onto it like you can't bear to let me go.
You would never kiss my cheeks again --> I do not want you to be a hypocrite.

I may not be a good friend. Heck! I am not even a good person. I am not worth it. Really. But, when I was at my lowest, all I needed was assurance. I may be lonely, but never clingy: just need to know that you're there. Somehow, I don't feel that. You made me feel used instead.

Yah, maybe I am that bad. As someone has mentioned: I am a slob. A stupid person who happens to be opportuned with a beautiful education. I am not worth the education. That is partly the reason why people left. Maybe that is all very true. Society quantifies your number of friends to your character: I don't have much friends anymore. Go figure.

No. This is not a desperate attempt to get things undoneth. I'd be lying to myself if I were to say I was not affected. Not greatly, but affected also.

Please...don't read my blog even. I am really not worth it.

****

There are demons all around. Most prominent are the inner self-demons. Maybe I can never fight these demons away. I prefer to be alone. I really do regret meeting some people in my life. They broke my heart so bad that I can hardly crawl. Maybe I am taking this too hard. Well, maybe I am.

People just do not understand. Sometimes I don't also. But all I seek is a road cleared and be nudged in a good and blessed direction, leading to a good emblemed path. Am I on that road?

I seek for my heart to be medicated and my present fall to be cushioned from any further pain and disappointment. I pray for my mind to be rid of thoughts of you. I pray that my heart be rid of the extreme love I have for you. I pray of my shoulders to be lightened of the burden that I am presently holding.

Because it hurts. It hurts too much to bear.
And I am crying again for I am to be blamed.
I am deemed as perfect in all ways, except for one.
I am condemned for such.

Sigh...
A long-long sigh...

If you have a life manual to lead thine path to a life free of pain, could you help in handing me a copy?

Yours truly...LaDy FrUsT! ...blithed blistering brood...
 

9.21.2006

*crying*

have been crying.
the heart throbs badly.
i am at fault.
yah.
i was the root cause of his leave.
Sigh...

*crying*
just want to pass the bracelet back...
cannot see the bracelet...

Yours truly...LaDy FrUsT! ...blithed blistering brood...
 

9.19.2006

...common construe...

Maturity is often more absurd than youth and very frequently is most unjust to youth.
- Thomas -

Coming of late, there seems to be many hateful injections. Either directly or indirectly, literal or metaphorical, there are displays that are apparent to thine eyes. Believe you me, I do not care much for such. Much less the people involved.

Really, it is not that I do not care. Ironically, it also does not mean that I do. I am affected: tickled. I could not stop shaking my head, amused at such negative display of retaliation. As my dad used to say," If you are stupid, wherever you go, you'd still be stupid. You really do not need to do much, your work/attitude/words/habits/character speaks for it all." What gives?

I am not smart. Being a graduate does not make a person smart as well. I dare say not all graduates are smart. Some are there because they are simply lucky. Some are there because their parents are rich and can buy them into any school. Some are on the average, so they work their butts off to get to where they are. I have friends who just neck their results, but still get through: tiptoe-ing on razor sharp grades. Some do not even attend class [a habit that they attained since primary school], they BARELY survive. Are they smart? Does that make them mature?

There is really nothing great about being a graduate. It is just an extra piece of paper: a passport to a better working position, probably. A better pay, yes. Maybe, graduates are statuted as grand, because our numbers are still small [but rising]. Diplomas were thought of as gold before until there were too many diplomas around. There were too many diploma holders who were unemployed then. Now, the next step up the ladder is a grander piece of paper: a degree. Really, there are private institutions that welcomes stupid people to pursue their degree. So, stupid and mature is the trendy combination of the brainworks these days? *roll-eyes*

Well, you may say this: 'You are there, with a scroll, whereas I have nothing in my hands that is plated 'gold' in the eyes of society. Of cos, you can say many things against my mindset.' Really, nothing grand. As the saying goes, the grass always seems greener on the other side. Be here, then you'll know. Hark! You'll never be here, you won't understand ever.

Sit down with a few graduates and count how many 'A's they have. The present mark now is: the A's quantifies how smart you are. Truly, A's do not account for anything much. Unfortunately, the hierarchical system here is based mostly on meritocracy. You'll go up faster. Yes, the higher your education, the more opened your eyes ought to be as you are exposed to more. More of what? More of academic structures, mingles with more smart people. Hopefully, they are the accountable matured ones. I do agree that education can spark maturity. But it really does not make you mature.

Just a common prejudism that tag many graduates: all of us are supposed to be matured. Maybe we are, maybe we are not. Maturity is ultimately relative, don't you think? A 23-year-old may pass off a 25-year-old's comments as immature. Such is simply because the mind of the 23-year-old may not have been incapacitated by the tools needed to fully read, understand, study, analyse and conclude of whatever was happening.

The simple truth is never simple and pure. Situations are not only bubbled by two people. There are many people and many angles involved. However, if you are able to do the above thinking steps and try to arrow down to almost all angles that you could think of, and eventually comment as a neutral being, then that would make you a better person (maybe) : the wise man thinks before he speaks. But then again, how many people are bothered to go through such tedious steps? Even if you are able to do that, does that make you a mature? Maybe you'd be passed off as someone who is able to think. Maybe to another, you're still immature. You cannot please everyone, right?

That is why, I do not really dare use the word immature on anyone. I always use the words: 'childlike' or 'childish'. As I am aware, I may be mature based on my own depictions. Others may have labeled me as immature. Be careful of what you say. It reflects on what and who you are.

OR you can always follow the present trend to be labeled and called as mature: say things that are only pleasing to the involved-parties ears. In that you'll be in their good books, probably they'd be embracing you as their mature brother or sister and seek you to join their club: sheep-mental club.


People do not judge by your intentions, but your actions.
- ? -


10 people can stand infront of a painting and million different opinions, conclusions and theses could birth. In that, even if one is very sure of his own stand and intention, and has it displayed as it is, his true intention might never be projected. The chances are always 50-50. But then again, even if his true intention has been thoroughly explained, the listener's or reader's brain-filters might just not allow the message to be titrated through exactly the way that former wants it to be. That is why, when stories were passed by whispers (grunts, gossips, persay, hearsay), the essence of the story is always being misconstrued. Undeniably, there could be the mushroom of new stories, be it the better or worst versions.

One man against many, misconstrues can never be corrected. I might be wrong though. With that, many stood by the saying: Deciphers are only self-owned. Again, I might be wrong. Such sayings were often preached and not practiced. Sheep mentality is their life-practice, their proclaims are such great sayings. The sad part is: they always do not realize that they lead a schizophrenic style.

I am not a great woman and I say the above based only on what I have seen or read, experienced and done. Things I have done and said are not always what appeases many. Truly, it is not my style to filter my words to cradle your heart in my intentions and soothe your ears with only what you wish to hear. If you want to see me as a mean and bitter spinster, then go ahead. Read: Deciphers are self-owned. The only thing I have entailed to my comments [does not matter whether you see it as mean, direct, sharp or had-better-keep-it-to-myself kind of thing]: is sincerity: they're not purposely constructed to be a dagger thrown for revenge.

****

My literature teacher used to punish the whole class if one student was heard of using the word: 'useless'. I use to cringe and wonder why she must always get so personal over such small stuffs. Such small, BUT a demeaning word, can't possibly have such a bad effect on the world. Right? Years down the road, I realize that there is a function for everything in the world. Be it how small. There IS always a function for EVERYTHING. So, I guess the word 'useless' is useless because its implementation is negligible.



I hate a fellow whom pride, or cowardice, or laziness drives into a corner,
and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl; let him come out as I do, and bark.
- Samuel -


A dog was seen barking off the streets a few weeks ago. It irates me, deafening barks in the middle of the street, in the middle of a peaceful day. I barked back. "Shut up." I say along with other proper and sharp arrows. Well, just to ensure the 'shut-up'- part is fully conveyed. Funny, another dog came around, barking louder than the former. Sheesh! These dogs just do not understand. *slap forehead* they are dogs after all. Made so much noise, on a street they claimed as theirs. Dogs have a way of marking their territories: by leaving their urine. Sheesh! I bet that place reeked. Gosh!

Anyways, the latter is still barking. I am no longer irated, now more amused. Bemused as well. It has been so long. "Speak when you're spoken to. Talk only when necessary." Your words links to the works of the grey. Talk too much, is just proof of an empty vessel: makes the most noise.

Pity.

No-no. I am not demeaning you. I have no right to do so. I do not dig under your closets to dig the skeletons out. I am more gracious than to start airing your dirty underwear and judging you lesser than you already are. Worst, to start gathering my pals and boycott against you by putting you smaller than dirt. I didn't to you. You did to me. Hark! I know more things than you think I do. As they say," Bring your friends close, bring your enemies closer." Know your enemy before self. If you know the things I do, your heart would crush into so many bits that it is impossible to put it together. If you hear the things I know, you'd probably drown yourself in a bowl of shame.

Really, don't play with fire. There is a reason why the first dog shuts himself. And his reason may be magnanimous or simple because he does not care. Be it any ways, he did shut up. I have my reasons to just observe. What is an attacker if she does not know how to defend? So why are you still barking? "A quarrel is quickly settled when deserted by one party; there is no battle unless there be two."

It is easy to fly into a passion.
Anybody can do that, but to be angry with the right person to the right extent and at the right time and in the right way.
That is not easy.
- Aristotle -

Yours truly...LaDy FrUsT! ...blithed blistering brood...
 

9.14.2006

.:a thought:.

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
-unknown-

***

i have not been an avid fan of the arena for the longest time. have silently sent in my resignation letter abt 2.5 years ago. too tired. the heart was too heavy to carry more disappointments. well, on a finer note, the 8years of turmoil has been shared equally between the 3. the charmed ones? no la. the X-co I have come to love very much. well, maybe you do not know what i am talking abt. oh well...

remember the name 'emasutara' [combination of emas and sutera. to symbolically 'announce' that kita ni neng-nyer si putera]? remember the name 'dewi sulaman sutera' [er...not from there lei. know why such a long name? *scratch head*]? "who came up with such lame names," you may asked. well, semangat dua minit la. emasutara won twice. dewi didnt win at all. and they died just because people are just not interested anymore.

heard the name puteri? they were laughed at in year 1996's perdana. remember julie-biskut? the one who wiped her face and moved her leg to get comfy on stage, during 'matang'. remember? remember the prejudism? remember the mocks? we didnt win. we lost several times. we were the 'bahan' of mockery. sad? nah. used to it. we were labeled the 'underdogs'. dogs my foot! remember the 'LAMBANG'-song? remember bukit-timah? remember the third place? i remembered. we won it on the eve of my bday. my bday prezzie from puteri themselves.

remember citra? the thai-concept. yah. concept. dah pandai implement concept. first girl's group to dare instill concept from lyrics, to songs, ragams, beats and costumes. not much a success. lost to that group that sang that 'menjeling-menjeling'-SM Salim-song. i hate that song until now. were u there with us? we were 4 years old ady then. our second win. Piala-Anggun.

remember tun sri lanang? worst karut. our karut failed. sheesh. we lost of cos. remember SARS? damn~ alot of things happened then. were u there? personal matters, between X-coS some more. this period gave way to alot of ideas: too much time on our hands la. a one-day comp. from simple to something extravagant. we were mentally and emotionally tired. giler. menang....then the comp that i was in an accident an hour before the girls buat pernafasan? we won...mere points ah. paluan baik. remember perdana? kiter kalah. number 17. kena slam kat pintu. number 16 was the last group. hello! were u there?

remember jurong green? ah...menang...remember the dikir-awards. we won too. tengah makan cheng-teng, tersedak. remember perdana? the one before this year? remember mongolian?

- thai-concept 2x
- melayu-concept 2x
- indian-concept
- mongolian-concept
- contemporary-concept
- oriental-concept
- jawa-concept 2x
- asli-concept
- the-dalam-mrt-created-concept [*winks @besh-besh*] --> LEGEND!!!!

banyak...korang paham ke perasaan aku. were u there? if u really menggeratil and really miss the times that puteri has donned on u, then make an effort to build the OR another team up. i did, with the help of some loyals, or royalties in this case.

i miss puteri, yes. very much. as much as you people make me sayang u, u have hurt me terribly too. i miss the times in the cc, the lepak-sessions, the makans at s-11 a day before competitions, the bertekak at irc with SP, the prep-talks that i always give to the girls to luruskan niat, i miss puteri, yes. but u really cannot get puteri back.

build a new team la siti hazlilah. if u need my help, i can hulurkan. but, if U really want to play dikir, build a team yang sandarkan kepada arah tuju jari tudinganmu not overshadowed by what you found before. easier said than done. but try.

***

It is not what he had, or even what he does which expresses the worth of a man, but what he is.
-Henry-



I have been slithering through the blog pages of many. Sad to see what I see. I see tiruan. I see cheats. I see followers, fanatism in its height. it's the age i believe. at first glance, i thot it was us. wah! bagus! tapi aku tak main. so, bukan puteri. saper seh?

hmm...if, for the longest time, you have been encompassed by the wrong directions and habits, but you still win, what say you abt changing styles? if, changing styles depicts a harder route but will grant you a difference in the future, as the emblem of success would be imprinted in your name due to being different, what say you? would you engage in making a change?

riak...riak kerna dah menang terlalu lekas. riak kerna cara salah membawa kemenangan. riak.

not wishing for your downfall. as a matter of fact, am glad that you people are making wins. but do remember: honesty is the best policy. it would have been good to just say no then making excuses. not disappointed. no expectations set. but remember: words maketh a person's character.

u be careful out there. well, as what i told puteri many times, nawaitu mau lebih. niat tu penting. as far as i have been in this arena, i have been trying to luruskan and etch their niat: to always give their best and play because you love dikir. winning is never a priority. this is to help banish any expectations, at least minimise. with no-expectations, comes no-disappointments. then your heart would not be so pained.

guess, you dun understand what i'm saying aye? never mind. u were never in my league anyways.

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true.
I am not bound to succeed but I am bound to live the best life that I have.
I must stand with anybody that stands right and part from him when he goes wrong.
-Abraham-

Yours truly...LaDy FrUsT! ...blithed blistering brood...