Crying For My Elevator Smile

I used to enjoy elevator rides.That surprise of being greeted at the 4th floor (i think) by a smile.Then that blank moment of inertia,as the elevator goes two floors up.Then as that smile exits the elevator,my heart cries out so loudly,to the oblivious ears of those around me.And I’ll carry that dazed,mortified facial expression back to my desk.And the welcoming colleagues knew,at that instant that I had once again been in touch with an angel at the elevator.

Mad Man Mad About Maidens

I just saw an MTV video of Neyo’s song,”Mad”,from his,”The Year Of The Gentleman”.It was an intriguing storyline.It began with a quarrel between himself and his partner,which ended with him walking out of the house.As he was getting down the stairs,a young boy chased a ball across the road.Expectedly,Neyo rushed over and the scene was cut.It continued with Neyo,looking over a covered body,bathed in blood.Then the scenes showed how Neyo was looking over his partner and so forth.Apparently,at the end of it all,it was clear that Neyo had passed on.Moral of the story is,

Never get mad for nothing,and then never being able to make up for it.

Consistent Contrarian

And so.Obama has been sworn in as the 44th President of the great nation,that is the United States of America,whom by chance had asked Hamas to stop attacking Israel.A statement by Condoleeza Rice urging the Hamas regime to stop the violence against Israel.whom by chance had only 13 people reportedly killed,whilst the Palestinian people had only about a few thousands killed and a few thousand others wounded and dying,as medical help is slowly inching its way into the area.Great nations like Israel have weird ways of dealing with “violence”.They either defend by releasing jet fighters against ground troops.Or they defend by spraying sulfur,as reported in the news.Either ways,they are defending themselves.And so they say.

I hope that Obama’s newly installed cabinet will do something.Then again,if you were to follow that contrary ideology of a conspiracy theorist,like myself,you’ll probably say that the Obama cabinet is just just another front line for the “behind the scenes” government,made up of a super league of extraordinary international bankers. Yupz,you heard me. It’s bankers.The same group of people who are reportedly,behind the catastrophic fall of the economic markets.Thus,if you follow the logic of that theorist,you know that the establishment of any state leadership in America,is just to facilitate the continuity of a grand old plan of creating a New World Order,that has once been admitted by Senior Bush to the council of United Nations.So,what does that make out for the typical Malay in you and me?

What happens in Bintan,Stays in Bintan…

There are some things in life that can never be explained.Amongst those things,are the inexplicable nature of me having a stomachache as soon as I board the ferry and then suffering from the worst bout of seasickness ever.So,God hath humbled my darn egoistical perspective that I will never be seasick.In fact,I had brought along a thick book to read.Needless to say,the only book I should have brought along on that trip,should be entitled,”The Idiot’s Guide to Surviving Ferry Rides”.It still brings a smile to my face when I recall,just how someone was banging his fist onto the bathroom door,in which I was in.He banged and banged and all I did was to bang back in return.He must have crapped his waste in his pants.I learned a lesson.Never drink coffee on a morning ferry ride.

Spare change anyone?

I’ve got some serious mental tuning I need to do.The creaking knee has consumed a considerable amount of storage percentage in my brain.Earlier in the afternoon,I had visited the physiotherapy center in front of my office,to just have a survey.To my dismay,the charges were exorbitant.Fifty bucks for an hour of knee tuning.Sigh.To complicate the evening,I found out to my horror that I had forgotten the knee guards,needed to hold that part of the limb,for my evening soccer session.I was proven right.My thoughts bested me.I struggled during the game,because I kept visualizing a busted knee.Darn.The powers of positive focus eluded me today.Truth be told,I knew that I probably did not need the support of a guard that much.But the psychological leverage it secured me was just too huge to give it a miss.The knee guard has become my losers limb.For now at least.That is till I see Ruud Van Nistelrooy’s knee surgeon.