Friday is A Day of Salvation,

Today is Friday. It’s been 2 weeks and 2 days since I’ve started working at my new engineering company. Too early to comment I guess. But, the atmosphere was calm and contented. Easy and breezy. In the heart of the metropolitan neighbourhood. My ideal location of work. The work itself is un-commendable yet because haven’t done any major work yet. Just a little bit here and there.

What’s with the absent from writing?

Pouring your feelings sometimes can cause the less ideal outcome: the regret of telling things you should keep to yourself. The mundane stuff.

Anyway, time is a factor too. I am actually pride myself in not having to surf the internet the amount of time I’ve used to. Kudos for not having conformed to the digital world which is so tempting and easy to be lost in.

Ok. Enough of boring self statement.

Sad thing happened. Manchester United had lost the Champ League’s final without even trying to Barcelona. I guess it’s a dream final to Barca fans and the neutrals (a.k.a anti MU fans) as they watched MU being overplayed by a definite great team, which balls seem to stick to their legs most of times. I guess I shouldn’t comment more on this, the papers had done so. Whatever the neutrals want to say about MU supporters being defensive and all, I am still happy they’ve ended the season well. They’ve played some great footballs, some bad and annoying footballs, but in the end, what matters is the satisfaction of winning trophies. And they’ve had 3. They could win 5 but they didn’t, so God must be Fair to others (quote from another MU fan. Lol). Glory – glory MU, can’t wait to see them live this July!

Ok. Enough of football issue.

Terminator Salvation was an impressive movie. To me la at least because I was NEVER a bit interested in watching terminator movie / series before. It’s filled with actions and the script was not corny. The angles of the cameras were refreshing. Plus, the director’s name is McG. How cool is that? Haha. I think I can add new favorite actor to my existing list: Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, Wentworth Miller, Josh Hartnett and now Christian Bale. I’ve liked him since he acted in the Prestige movie (Btw, again, I love Christopher Nolan movies).

Ok. That’s all with movie stuff.

I hope the weekend will be wickedly awesome. Hope is never a wrong thing to ask eh?
Cheers!

The Order of Universe.

She sits there. She stares at people walking past her. Some are speeding, either late for work, meeting, or naturally born to walk like that. Some are gliding, full with confidence, or maybe had just received some happy news. So many faces, emotions and attitude you could capture by just watching people. So, her mind wanders, speculating about people who caught her eyes. Why is she sitting there? Why isn’t she walking like them, going to their designated locations?

This is because it’s a foreign place to her. She doesn’t know where to go, what to do or who to talk to. One day, back at the familiar place, she decided she had enough. No more ridicules, no more stress, no more the need to satisfy the people Up Above. And so she quits. It’s not given up, as she likes to think, it’s simply opting the best choice there is.
She’s traveled far, because she doesn’t want to face criticism from people who think she’s made a fatal error. That she left what defines life, which is Normalcy and Haven.

Screw that! She screams inside. Screw society and their orders. I don’t need that now. Or ever. I need Happiness. Impossible, maybe, so to reach at least Contented is good enough.

So as she sits there, thinking about things that can make her happy. Artistic Flair or Voyager? Those things make her happy (so does with many of them), but the helm of possibilities either excites her or frightens her. She couldn’t decide.

Which one should she choose? Should she sit down with plans and strategies? Or should she just start doing whatever crosses her mind right away?

Or maybe, just go back home. And surrender to the Opponent.

She stands, and starts walking. Joining the crowd, she blends in. She’s just one of them after all.

Irony of Feelings.

I am both happy and sad.
Start with the sad news.
I’m just torn. Like the song Torn by Natalie Imbruglia.

I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late, I’m already torn.

As juxtaposition, I’m completely thrilled that MU is going to Rome!
Brilliant Ronaldo, Park, everyone basically. Completely gunned down the Gooners!(Opps..pun intended.Haha)
I love free flowing football. I wish they do that often. And to play Ronaldo as striker had worked for the team tonight(or morning. Wherever you are).

Sir Fergie is truly a living legend (besides Giggsy, Scholesy and numerous names in the past). Even Beckham enjoyed the match. Hehe.
The only setback (ok, major one) was Fletcher (he was great) was sent off. Really unwise decision (I want to say stupid, ok, stupid) by the ref.

Bring on Barca or Chelsea, United just have the B.E.L.I.E.V.E attitude for the moment!

To unwind my sadness in the first part (personal reasons), here’s the funny depiction of the song. Oh, and yea, Glory – glory!

Mind.Food.Drink.

I enjoy intellectual conversations. I do gossip (I am no angel), I do small talks and all, but what sticks in my mind longer than usual are conversations which are insightful (I always thought I have dory-the-fish-short-term memory. Sigh).

Like example, I’ve followed my boss and colleague to meet their client, where one of them was an ex TUDM pilot. I’ve listened to so many experiences he had for the many years he spent in the armed forces, about Tun, what happened in Bosnia and Acheh, also how God’s punishment can be done in seconds to people who are lost in this temporary material world. It’s scary when you think our world is becoming to its end somehow.

Today, I happened to have another insightful conversation, ranging from the state of our country, to academics, to languages and just life experiences. I love listening to stories from other people because by envying them, you could motivate yourself to be better. I miss conversing with people because when I was working before the people there were, erm, let’s just say not in the same wavelength as I am.

It’s hard to find someone you can tell everything to.
But it brings me some kind of relieved to share my thoughts with people who understand.
In the end of the day, I realize that I do give a damn about the world. And I need people to know. That’s all.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 1