Sep 30 2010

Senyum

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6xuBTI9XLM&NR=1

Tu boleh pun senyum cantiknya gigi
Sepuluh markah penuh seharusnya ku beri

upoh dua posen =)

Sep 29 2010

Embargo

ini berita yang baru kami terima. unedited.

shah alam, Seorg penasihat IT di sebuah firma audit telah menumbuk rakannya sehingga cedera. Mangsa telah di masukkn ke hospital ampang puteri untuk rawatan lanjut.

Menurut rakan suspek, suspek di katakan selalu keluar bersama-sama dgn mangsa. Suspek juga selalu berniat utk mengetuk kepale mangsa.

Mangsa yg juga seorg jurutera di sebuah syarikat bumiputera terpaksa membatalkan lawatannya ke pasir gudang yang di jadualkan hari ni.

Menurut doktor yg merawat mangsa, mangsa telah mengalami kecederaan parah di kepala akibat diserang dgn momentum yg tinggi.

Suspek mengaku mangsa telah pengsan selepas menghidu bau bantal yg busuk.

Polis percaya bahawa suspek sengaja membusukkn bantal tersebut untuk memudahkn kerja2 suspek memengsankn mangsa.

setidak-tidaknya mangsa masuk jugak hospital, sebab difahamkan mangsa susah sangat nak pergi hospital ni. semoga mangsa cepat-cepat sembuh, boleh kembali bekerja. =)

Sep 27 2010

decorated empty

still, it’s a decoration =)

——————

Indecisive – Empty Decorations

I wake in the dark
With showers of life
Moments of emptiness around
Floating away
No other hope
Reality brings me

Into the ground
What can I do
What can I say
I need a place to hide away
Just for a while, just for a smile
Just for a life I used to know

The perfect song were filled with
Words of love and not with anger
What if they go
What if they leave me far behind

‘Cause I don’t wanna be alone… (uh oh)
Living life for on my own (uh oh)
I don’t want to live my life in isolation
Filled with empty decorations
‘Cause I want to be with people that I know

Who would do the things I do (uh oh)
Making all my dreams come true (uh oh)
I don’t recognize the shadows at my door
Though I’ve seen them all before
Because the only thing I really want…
Is to be with you…

Sep 25 2010

tak 24/7

dulu-dulu mana ada 3G, HSDPA, Blackberry ape sumer ni.
mana ada. ada la edge, gprs sumer tu. tapi mahal kot.
sekarang dah ada, dah senang online dari mana-mana. pagi petang siang malam online. majukan sekarang?
kalau gtalk,ym,msn,icq,aol n bla bla bla sumer tu, sepanjang masa available. perghhhh.

dulu masa zaman student, mana nak nampak member2 online pagi2 raya sumer ni. kalau gtalk, ym, aol tu, boleh kira dengan jari sape yang online. tapi hari ni? raya ke, cny ke, puasa ke, pukul 5pagi, u name it. online memang pah ceroh sapa ke malam pulak.

selamat hari minggu. jangan lupa jemputan kahwin, rumah terbuka, gathering, dan segala bagai lagi. =)

Sep 24 2010

kisah

=)

Sep 22 2010

appending

the full title should be append text and the end of line using perl

the poem goes like this:

cat test.txt | perl -pe ‘s/[\r\n]+$/.aleng\n/sg;s/ +/ /sg;’

well, that is to be run in terminal, linux. the content of test.txt can be anything. as for this example, it is:

food
makan
nasi
sayur
air
mee
sup

executing the command above gives you

food.aleng
makan.aleng
nasi.aleng
sayur.aleng
air.aleng
mee.aleng
sup.aleng

on the other hand. you can write this in a perl file (*.pl). calling this file will gives you the same result.

#!/usr/bin/perl -w
use IO::File;
my $fh = IO::File->new(‘test.txt’,’r’);
die ‘test.txt: ‘ . $! unless($fh && $fh->opened);
while (my $line = $fh->getline) {
chomp($line);
print $line . “.aleng\n”;
}
$fh->close;

ok. =)

Sep 22 2010

Selamat Awal Pagi #2

Hari-hari bangun pagi. Ape buat semalam, buat lagi hari ini. esok jugak mungkin buat lagi. selagi perlu untuk buat, selagi terdaya untuk buat, selagi ada kewajipan untuk buat, buat.

Apa yang kena buat tak sama dengan apa yang nak kena buat. Mana yang kena buat akan bagi hasil yang tak sama dengan apa yang nak buat. Biasanya yang kena buat tu tak sehebat yang nak buat pun, itu jadi kalau salah ukur akan hasilnya. Sebab tu kadang-kadang kita pilih untuk tak buat yang kena buat tu. baik buat apa yang nak buat.

apa yang nak kena buat? apa yang rasa nak buat? tau ke? masing-masing mungkin ada senarai sendiri, peribadi. dia lain. dia tu lain. aku lain. ko lain. saya lain. awak lain. kita lain. tapi, mesti ada juga benda yang ada dalam list dia tu, ada dalam list kita. kalau tak banyak pun, sikit. pasti ada punya. dan dalam ada tu, yang sama tu mungkin duduk kat no.3 dalam list dia, tapi kat list kita no.1. no berapa pun, yang nak kena buat, tetap nak kena buat.

selamat pagi =)

Sep 21 2010

Selamat Awal Pagi

Bangun sahur awal2 pagi? itu kisah bulan puasa.

balik kerja awal2? itu pun kisah bulan puasa.

tak keluar lunch lama2? kisah bulan puasa juga.

mana yang normal? bulan puasa ke bulan tak puasa? ada tak normal ke antara dua tu?

owh, puasa tak semestinya di bulan puasa. ada puasa enam bulan raya. lepas puasa boleh raya. boleh raya lagi. puasa dibulan raya. boleh raya lagi dibulan raya.

banyak puasa, banyak raya? tak.

selamat kembali bekerja =)

Sep 19 2010

the dop tau nak wat mender

kad raya tahun ni tak ada versi flash. versi still picture yang ntah haper-haper je.

yang ni flash dop-tau-benda-x-dop-keje. raw file ada di akhir entry.

This movie requires Flash Player 9

raw (*.fla) file disini

menggunakan AS2.0. kalau berkesempatan dan ad lagi masa-masa seperti hari ini, adala tu versi AS3.0.

Sep 19 2010

Hear

Please Hear What I Am Not Saying

Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled,
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as wellas without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command
and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this.  I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me
of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this.  I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings–
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Charles C. Finn | September 1966
http://www.poetrybycharlescfinn.com/pleasehear.html

put your thousand masks off, you’ll see no more walls. =)
Don’t be fooled by me.

Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled,
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command
and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this.  I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me
of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this.  I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings–
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am everyDon’t be fooled by me.

Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled,
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command
and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this.  I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me
of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this.  I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings–
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

woman you meet.

Sep 18 2010

syawal itu sebulan

jgn sedey2 ok
ini bulan raya
mau hepi2 saje.. hehe
owh.. bulan lain pun begitu juga

=)

Sep 16 2010

how i wish

please…
don’t let the laugh, the fun, the joy, the happiness, the karutness, the makaness, the sengalness, the baharambangness  and the ######ness end-up as good memories.
they are to be bring along, not to be left behind. bring me with you too.

please… =)