Revert Divert

I have reverted to OLD Blogger.

For nostalgia's sake.

I'm letting go of this blog. I'll be writing elsewhere.

I'll leave the content of this blog in the care of the Universe.

Thanks. Bye.

Sudah Jadi Tempat Pengumpulan Spam

Blog ini sudah menjadi mangsa pengumpulan spam. Entah dari mana datangnya, rajin pula spam datang bagi iklan tak senonoh.

Aku perempuan. Kenapa aku perlukan Viagra?

Nak hantar spam pun hantarlah iklan macam mana nak besarkan buah dada ke, muluskan kulit kasi putih melepak ke, pemecahan lemak di pinggul ke.

Apa-apa pun, aku sayang blog ini. Sebab banyak memori indah bersangkut dengan blog ini. Ada juga memori masam, tapi persetankan semua itu.

Buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih, ye tak?

It's 1:30 AM

Why am I still up? I should be sleeping. I have school tomorrow. No I'm not a student, not anymore, I'm the teacher. But my school is behind my teacher's quarters and it takes less than 20 minutes to get ready anyway unless I'm being super lazy (5 minutes top) so lets write something before going to bed cherie.

I couldn't sleep because I finished reading Truman Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's in one sitting. Downloaded the PDF and read it on my iPad. I promise I will get a physical copy of the book when I have the chance (please forgive my transgression oh Lord of the Books).

I have seen the movie starring Audrey Hepburn. I remember bits and pieces of the storyline. I think I watched it with my sister when Astro used to have TNT channel and they'd be showing classic Hollywood movies. Or I could have caught only the ending and placed the info in the dark recesses of my mind because when I read the book, or is it a novella, I don't remember so much attitude and colorful characters and the Mafia and a loose horse chasing through the streets of Manhattan.

Or I might have but can't recall.

That's the thing about memories. They fade. In time all the details of your life would be gone and all you have left are bits of them scattered throughout the Universe through word of mouths retelling, or better yet, past blog entries.

If I need a dose of what my former self was like I'd go through my blog's Archive and read the September 30th, 2002 version of me. Just a quick visit, never to dwell, only to say well hello there former self. You're cute.

Back to the book. It took me a while to get into the groove of reading straight on. I used to be able to finish a novel a day but that was when I was younger and needed to escape. Excuses. I can still read a novel a day. I just need to read. As simple as reading. Which I know I can do. Hah. The choice is mine is it not? So if I don't want to read then that's it.

Sometimes what you want isn't really what you need.

Or what you need isn't really what you want.

Bollocks.

It all came down to wanting to do something. To quote from the book, "She says you got to want it to be good and I don't want it, I say well, what the hell do you want, and she says when I find out you'll be the first to know."

I knew back then I wanted to write. Somehow along the way I forgotten this wanting. Other things happened. Okay. Twitter happened.

But I do know the want is there. I know because every time I write sentences on the blackboard for my student's to jot down in their exercise books I'd have a silly smile on my face. See, I am a writer. I am writing. Screw the medium, as long as the message get sent across. Effective communication. That's where the want it at.

Oh well.

Is this #wordlesswednesday ?

Spout Me Some Stories

So there's this really awesome iPad app called Spout and you get to stream tweets or FB statuses or news. The words will come out in funky black and red like the image below and yeah, just another one of those silly things.

Try it. So much fun.







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