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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Mengarut Sambil Memformat

Sementara aku memformat laptop si Farah yang bermasalah ini, aku terfikir untuk menulis blog (bukan Farah yang bermasalah, laptop dia).

Aku manusia. Kita manusia. Memang itu hakikat. Aku seorang pelajar. Begitu juga kebanyakan yang membaca blog ini. Kadang-kadang aku terfikir. Mengapa kita harus belajar di universiti? Mengapa ketika kita masih lagi hingusan ibubapa menyuruh kita ke sekolah. Sebilangan selalunya berkata, "Jadilah orang yang berguna." Atau "Belajarlah rajin-rajin, nanti dapat gaji besar." Atau "Ubahlah kehidupan kita." Atau "Kau malas-malas begini nanti hendak jadi apa?" Dan pastilah banyak lagi.

Fikirkan sekarang. Sebagai seorang pelajar yang masih belajar kini, apa yang sebenarnya kita mahukan. Kadang aku terfikir, apa yang sebenarnya aku lakukan? Adakah sebenarnya aku belajar sekadar untuk terus hidup dan meneruskan legasi keturunan? Tidaklah semudah itu, aku pasti kamu juga berfikir sama. Nanti aku ingin membeli komputer yang boleh mampu menampung permainan komputer yang terbaru yang kosnya mencecah ribuan ringgit. Aku mahu membuat bilik bacaan aku sendiri. Aku mahu membeli motosikal besar. Aku mahu membeli konsol-konsol permainan baru yang aku telah ketinggalan seperti XBox 360 dan PS3.

Nanti bila bekerja pastilah kereta menjadi keperluan. Kemudian bila aku semakin tua aku akan perlu membeli rumah. Bagi yang berminat dengan kereta pastilah inginkan kereta-kereta import yang harganya mahal macam jahanam di Malaysia ini. Bila sudah memiliki kereta mungkin ada yang gilakan modifikasi. Ada yang gilakan telefon-telefon bimbit yang canggih dan harga beribu meskipun buta teknologi. Bagi yang bernama wanita pastilah sebilangannya inginkan mekap-mekap yang harganya bukan saja beratus malah beribu. Baju dan pakaian juga bukan murah harganya ditambah lagi dengan obsesi kita terhadap penjenamaan. Walhal kain tetap juga kain. Tidak mungkin ada kain kapan berjenama Gucci atau Adidas. Walaupun ada, tapi mungkin bukan di sini. Jika ada pun, terima kasih.

Jika hendak aku panjang lebarkan lagi, pasti tulisan ini akan menjadi lesu dan membosankan. Terlalu banyak yang kita mahukan, kita inginkan yang sekarang kita impikan. Dari kita kecil hingga dewasa, tidakkah kita dibesarkan dan dididik dengan segala kemahuan ini? Bukan salah ibubapa. Kita hidup dalam sebuah dunia yang mendambakan benda-benda seperti ini. Bermula dari permainan kuda plastik atau masak-masak buatan China, kereta kawalan jauh, kepada Playstation, komputer riba jenama Vaio dan kereta-kereta yang dimodifikasi. Tanpa kita sedar, kita kini terlalu banyak berusaha mendapatkan apa yang kita mahukan lebih dari apa yang kita perlukan. Seperti mekap yang bagiku tidak begitu perlu bagi seorang wanita. Yang pasti, aku juga tidak terkecuali, aku juga adalah produk zaman ini.

Sekian, terima kasih.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Sejak Bila...

-kebanyakan kita menganggap melayari internet itu keperluan?
-mesti membuka Facebook setiap hari?
-menghantar mesej melalui telefon bimbit untuk hal yang remeh-temeh?
-menonton televisyen jadi antara tabiat harian?
-membeli majalah-majalah yang kandungannya bukanlah keperluan?
-menganggap mendengar muzik itu menjana kreativiti?
-kita dengar Lady Gaga itu mungkin khunsa? Hahaha...

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Apa yang Mungkin Berlaku.

Tahun baru ini aku berfikir dan terus berfikir. Apa yang baru? Semuanya tetap sama. Perut tetap sama besarnya. Komputer riba masih yang sama. Benci tetap yang sama. Hidup juga serupa. Politik Malaysia juga sama. Masih kapitalisme. Apa yang baru? Kenaikan harga gula! Pastilah nanti harga rokok naik juga. Semua pun naik. Gaji saja tidak naik-naik. Kalau mati pucuk pastilah tidakkan naik lagi.

Jadi apa yang bakal berlaku? Tahun ini dan tahun lepas banyak mengajar aku. Meski tahun ini baru seketika. Aku benci keadaan ini. Aku benci dengan kebodohan aku. Kenapa percaya? Kenapa berharap? Tidak pasti itu sudah pastilah tidak sama dengan ya atau tidak. Jika tidak katakanlah ya. Mungkin tidak ada yang akan faham apa yang kukatakan ini. Baguslah. Nanti aku juga yang kena.

Aku mungkin menjadi misogynist. Ha ha ha!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

What I did on 1st and 2nd January 2010

1st January 2010

4.30 p.m. :
Went to Pusat Komersial a.k.a. 7 Bintang with to have a lunch (yes, lunch) with 6 others and later went to Seksyen 7 Baru to play Left 4 Dead 2. Tough luck, our favorite cyber-cafe was closed. Maybe the owner that we knew went for his new year vacation. Then we went to other unfamiliar cyber-cafe just nearby. I asked the cashier, "We'll need 7 PCs for all of us". She answered, "Yes, can, but you'll sit asing-asing lah." I answered, "Bah, mana ja kau". After a confusing session of discussion between all of us, we managed to get to the PCs. Then I try to start the game, a hacked version of Left 4 Dead 2 of course. It was confusing and I took 20 minutes to create a server and the computer got hang once and I had to do a hard reset which probably could have fucked up the PC. At last, we couldn't play a versus game for all 7 of us so we had to divide ourselves to two groups and play different campaign. This was practically a bummer. Then, my disappointment continued, the PCs couldn't really support the game in high detail so the graphics suck, a lot. The mouse was stupid and at times it moves on its own and I was left staring at the sky or the ground and the zombies hit me and I died. This was not fun. So my 1st January afternoon was not fun at all and I was secretly pissed.

7.30 p.m. :
Got bored and pissed off from playing with such uncomfortable condition, we went back early. Downloaded a A Perfect Circle and David Garret's music from Rapidshare. Asked Farah when she'll need to fix her laptop. Watched Californication. Smoked a bit and ran out of cigarette. Scratched my head. Whined when will we get our allowance. Wasted time until 10.30. This is a sign of another unproductive year. I hope it's not.

11.00 p.m. :
Went to Seksyen 7 to have a meal and a good shisha but my friend forgot the name of the place. Then we went to the section. We went to Pusat Komersial instead and later realised that was not the place! Redirected ourselves to Seksyen 7. The name of the restaurant was still not remembered but my friend said the name somehow contains the syllable "Ban". "Jamban?" "Bantal?" "The Barn?" We guessed all wrong. The restaurant's name is Ban-D which was recently opened during the holiday. We think it is owned by the vocalist of Amuk since his name is Bandi and since some Amuk related decors were on the walls. It was awesome! It got live performance and good shisha. A great place to hang out. And one of the waitress was really cute. I think I had a crush. Seriously.

2nd January 2010

2.00 a.m. :
We went to karaoke in Kepong which is cheaper than the Quality Hotel, Shah Alam. It was a bit far but it's really worth it. Screamed on the microphone. Oh, who cares, I can't sing but I can scream. The one hour package expired and we planned for our next destination.

3.00 a.m. :
As explained in the previous post.

4.30 a.m. :
Lepak-lepak at an unknown mamak restaurant.

5.30 a.m. :
Decided that we should get back and stop blabbering about nonsense. Got home.

6.00 a.m. :
Went to the loo for good business and wrote this post.

A Night In Brickfields

Tonight, I went to Brickfields with my friends for the second time. Second time for the three of us, and the first time for the other two.

Now, if the place doesn't sound familiar to you, Brickfields is a street behind the monorail station in front of K.L. Central. So what's interesting about Brickfields now? It's because here lies lair of harlots. Or in other words, I mean prostitutes. Rather cheap ones, just around RM30 to RM40. Okay, stop, stop a moment. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I went there to have cheap, steamy and kinky sex with any of them. No thanks.

I went to the place to observe and enjoy the ironic scenery and especially for the value of experience. Why ironic? Because here you can find police patrol bikes parked right in the same alley and the police station is obviously nearby. Yet here, the business is good. Not only prostitution, but also illegal gambling, there are at least two jackpot premises here. In addition to this, all the parking spots here are controlled by Indian gangsters. So, if you want to park your car here, you have to pay them RM3 or your ass will be beaten or you'll get all your tires flat or maybe tomorrow you'll be crying over your scratched car. Now do you see the irony?

Let's talk about the harlots lair. After I checked and took a tour into most of the rooms (I practically went in to most of the available spots), these are my founding. Typical to Western and Japanese red districts, these premises used the same iconic signature. So if you're looking for them, just look for stairs and lots with red lights. That's a sure sign that business is running. And for your inspiration, for such price, the harlots here are considerably attractive and tempting. Not all of them of course, minus the old ladies, the younger ones surely will somewhat make you think twice and maybe thrice. Some looked really young, perhaps around 16 to 18. You'll see the true concept of 1Malaysia here, Filipinos, Indonesians, Pakistanis, Indian, Chinese, Malays, you name it.

The last time I went here, I was culturally shocked, really. I was very shocked to see how the prostitutes were lined up from room to room similar to how you choose which fish or meat to buy in market. It's really that easy. Just pay the cheap amount and there you go. The first time, I went here to see if I can resist temptations and I did. So this second time, we went to the place again to see if these other two friends of mine will be able to make it safe till the trip ends. Ha ha ha. They did it! Give a standing ovation for them. Salute!

Brickfields oh Brickfields. What irony do we have here in Malaysia.