Back from hiatus..well maybe just noOoottttchet

*overthinking*

Phoneline on then off again and i DID try to get used to using prepaid. In hopes that I could also discover the magic of saving some money! But….no can do. I hate prepaid and I calculated; I spent even more than I should have! And that is WHILE I was being very careful.

I found out today that the late Yasmin Ahmad of the Sepet and Gubra films (none of which I managed to watch alongside with many other films I DO intend to catch) directed and made the short film that never failed to make me sniff (otey CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY) when I see it on tv. In the short film titled simply “The Funeral”, the lines… “it is the imperfection that makes it perfect…” as spoken in by the actress in her eulogy for her husband is heart wrenchingly beautiful. The whole bit of show no matter how many times I’ve seen it STILL made me sniff! And THAT can beat any Hindustan film hands down in my books*alfatehahyasminahmad* so, whoever HAS copies of her movies……..how about a movie date?! Care for ice picking anyone? *sniggers*

Skiving – is reading her blog of past posts while I also ‘act busy’ with other windows open. Another blogger was also eulogized last week and as I read through them all (with skimmed bits included), what hit me was their flow and touch on all things human. struck a chord. The aha! bulb kinda flickers but then goes on bright to blind. Yes, they all run on themes close to their hearts of heart. And eerrrm *!!!* …I notice I’ve been commenting too much on the writings of others ehk? Pidomat has a new baby. And another malay male has gone hunting for rubber tapirs! I have got one plugged on stenciled images and his half minces words like its chop liver *weeeeeeeeeeEEEe!*

Other feeds I get runs on mma fights, books (and what else?), naïve art? And of course the daily run mil of other rats in the city as opposed to also commentaries on sex in the city adventures. The usual mish mash of the local blog celebs (am I running a care of blog envy? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!) or hey~ I really just like to read. I could also skive by chatting but am trying to train myself to hold back on the chatter.

Angst.

Rage.

And other loathsome delirious intangibles overloading my senses. And I blame the melancholic on and off downpours.

Sentimentality.

Definitely worth saving and brought to life even through b-grade garishness.

END.

Stay sane,
Jahatamyemeelea

Ps: mat kental, for once I know why a guy will look for a girl and vice versa in such situations. Aren’t we all afraid of being judged somehow huh? But am glad…for what little I offered, it somehow made a difference. You did. For me :) *surppliseee!*

Pss: biks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope Thailand was magical :D can’t wait for peeeeeeeeeeeeeekTURES *kish*