Chapter 30, the end

I have decided to leave blogspot,
Cuz I don't like it anymore,
I will go to tumblr,
Because its name is cooler.

Dear blogspot, you have been kind to me,
You are a place where I can be all I want to be,
A place where I can let it all out,
And write whatever I want to write about.

I bid you farewell,
Toodles!

Chapter 29, who are you writing for?

I think I came across a realisation.

I think I've always tried to write for other people, instead of writing for myself.

I think advertising made me write from the public's point of view.

'Understand how they think, Fo'

'Why do they do what they do?'

'You must go into their minds, put yourself in their shoes.'

'You have to think harder Fo. Keep asking yourself.'

Well, that's what my lecturer has been telling me.

Advertising is evil.

It drives people to buy things that they don't need.

With the money that they don't have.

I think I wanna stop thinking about how other people think.

I think I'm tired of that.

I think too much.

I'm gonna start writing for myself.

I think something unexpected just happened.

I think I'm scared, and curious at the same time.

But I feel good about it.

Is that a good combination?

I guess we'll know soon enough.

Chapter 28, White blood

When I was a kid, I didn't like being told what to do.

In preschool, I was too busy fighting with boys while the girls played 'masak-masak'

I'd ask for Hot Wheels instead of a Barbie doll.

In primary school, I'd spend my time running away from the senior prefects because I didn't wanna wear a tie.

And tuck in my shirt.

And button up my sleeves. And wear a name tag. And pin up my fringe.

I was a prefect back then. And there was a lot of things I didn't want to do.

I think the teachers made me into one so they could... tame me I suppose.
Or should I say, discipline me?

I couldn't care less. I was too busy climbing trees at school.

After recess.. While everyone else was lining up.

I had a bicycle. I'd spend hours riding it. Even during fasting month.

One day, I wanted to try something else with the bike.

Something new.

I thought to myself, "What if my right hand was on the left handle bar and and the left hand was on the right?"

So I crossed my hands, and started pedaling.

For a second there, it looked like I was actually cycling! Like for real! Hands crossed!

I was soooooo happy :D

That moment lasted 3 seconds.

And then I fell.

My knee tore. I bled for half an hour.

I saw some white stuff. I thought it was white blood or something.

It was the first time I saw my own blood.. trickling down my knee.

I don't remember it hurting. Just lots and lots of blood. I thought I was tough and all y'know? :P

Bruised but not crying. Hehehehehe

I went to my mum and told that my knee was bleeding. And there was some white blood too.

And my mum said, "People don't bleed out white blood."

So I lifted the cloth that was covering my knee and said, "Then what's this?"

It turned out to be my tendon. Or was it my ligament? Might be my bone.

Well, it's the white stuff that connects stuff which is surrounding by loads of other stuff.

Whatever. I dunno. Go ask a doctor.

Well, that's when I found out that people don't bleed white blood.

And that something bad usually happens when a sentence starts with 'what if...'

The problem is, if it doesn't start with 'what if...' then you'll never know if it could actually work or not. Right?

I'd rather be the one who says "Once I tried...." rather than "I've never done that before. What's that like?"

If we never experimented, we would never make mistakes.

And if we never made mistakes, we would never learn anything.

Life lesson learned.

And now I have a scar on my knee that looks like this

Chapter 27, Chocolate couture

What's the first thing that comes to mind when you see this picture?

Fashion? Wind? Art? Couture?

Ridiculous fabric with way too much movement?

You'd probably be thinking along the lines of fashion.

You couldn't be more wrong.

Sure, it's fashion.

But it's purpose, has little to do with fashion.

This is the new ad for Cadbury Flake.

Fashion meets advertising.

Doesn't get any sweeter than that.

Personally, I think it looks like a jellyfish.

Please, watch the 1-minute video down there.

You'll enjoy it.

Chapter 26, Cadbury Flake TV commercial

Chapter 25, This cat

* * * * *

There was once a cool cat,
the cat was anything but fat,
it can walk and stalk,
but then again.. it doesn't talk,
why? because it's a cat.

This cat used to be pretty lonely,
the other cats were kinda phony
those cats were boring,
they wouldn't stop purring,
this cat wants another it can call 'homie'.

And then one day....

This cat met another cat,
they felt some sparks and started to chat,
the two found each other,
who seemed like no other,
they made their connection right off the bat.

This cat's pretty happy now,
this cat didn't really know how,
but how doesn't really matter,
everything just feels better,
this cat's pretty happy now.

* * * * *

Chapter 24, The Dainty Violet

There was a girl who seemed unsure,
she seeks around, looking for a cure.
Inside she wonders,
she yearns and ponders,
of what she wants, be it defined or obscure.

She explores the world, learning how to live,
in time she learned how to be persuasive.
To be furtive, but not be passive.
Yes she did, she learned how to live.

Her quest is yet to have an ending,
She's not up and about, walking around pretending,
In time we'll know,
she'll put on a show,
of something unnerving and intriguing.

She stands out in a sea of crowd,
unfazed by people around her.
She's one of a kind, as you now know,
she's like a river, she goes with the flow.

For eyes that look but do not see,
Those eyes know nothing of what is beauty.
She's aight, I guess.
I have to say, I'm impressed.
I see in her, what's not in me.

Sappho once said, "What is beautiful is good,
and who is good is beautiful."
So it matters not how one looks.
As long as she's not being a fool.

-- Farhana Osman, FO

Chapter 23, the big 2-0

When you're 20,
you realise that people start calling you 'kak'
Instead of 'dik'

When you're 20,
you'll realise that you gotta start taking things a little more seriously
Suddenly you start to think more.
You learn to hold your tongue.
You watch, and listen.
You learn.

You realise that there are certain boundaries in life.
I think..
Boundaries are created by people who are scared.
Scared of the unknown.
Boundaries don't just keep other people out,
they cage you in.

We confuse reality with things that are made up in our minds.
We see lines.
Lines that are blurred.
Suddenly, things that are black and white,
become gray areas.
What do you do, when there are so many shades of gray?
Does it even matter?
Maybe not.
So we cross those lines anyway.
Hoping to find some kind of silver lining on the other side.
Like..
A knight in shining armour.
A pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
A light at the end of the tunnel.
But then,
Sometimes the other side turns out to be messy

Hey, LIFE, is messy.

We were MADE in a mess
That's the bedroom
or living room, or bathroom.
Wherever your parents decide to procreate
It's still messy.

We were BORN in a mess
Watch some birth videos and you can see
See the gunk that covers your body as a baby
Yeah, I know. Gross.
And messy.

We LIVE in a mess.
So, that's basically Mother Nature getting pissed at us.
She flipped the brid.
She unleashed her wrath.
There's Katrina, El Nino, Rita
They're all girly names for natural disasters right?
Maybe that's Her way of saying,
"Fuck all y'all for treatin' me like shit! Imma shake things up for y'all!"
Yes, I just made Mother Nature very ghetto.
You'll never hear things on the news like,
"Crickey! Take a look at that! It's Hurricane Bob!"
Never.
What else is there?
Tina, Patricia, Angelica, Barbara
Okay, now I'm just making things up

So, I've made up my mind.
20 will be different.
I've got to be more.. 'responsible'
IF, that's possible.
To think what's best for me, and only me.
Yeah, it's selfish. But what matters is how I see myself through my eyes.
Not yours.
Never yours.

So here's me, being me.
A more serious me.
At least, me being serious and sarcastic.
Sarcastically serious? Or seriously sarcastic?
Whatever.

In the end, I think age is just another boundary
We don't have a choice, but to let it come.
We either welcome it with open arms,
Or give em the 'cold shoulder'
The only choice we have
is whether we want to grow up.

Some food for thought for y'all out there.
Being serious can be tiring.

p/s: I think this is the only post I have without emoticons. I'm expressing myself through words. Sepenuhnya.

Sekian.

Chapter 22, how Crocs came about

Crocs are ugly.
It's ugly.
I didn't know something ugly could be trendy.
The ones for the ladies are okay, cuz they look rather nice on ones feet.
I just don't like the big ones men would wear.
I'm guessing this is how Crocs came about..

* * * * *

Once upon a time, there was a group of construction workers.
They had really nice muscles because they lift heavy stuff everyday.
And they enjoy fishing, and drinking beer.
And they don't shave much, so they're quite scruffy and messy.
Anyway, one day they decided to go fishing.
They headed off to a nearby river with all their fishing gear.
When they got there, they put their rain boots on and began reeling.
But one of them was feeling rather.. "one-with-nature"
He started doing yoga recently, because he wanted to be more flexible.
For his wife.
Lately, he's been very in-tuned to his feelings.
And he wanted to feel the water between his toes,
but he didn't want the rocks to slice his feet.
Because he thought sharks might come and attack him if he started bleeding.
He wasn't very smart,
but he was quite creative.
He said to himself, "Hhmm.. this won't do"
And voila! He had an idea.
He took a nail and started making holes in his construction boots.
That way, he can dip his feet in water without getting cuts on his feet.
He was relieved, knowing that sharks won't attack him.
Like I said, he wasn't very smart.

* * * * *

You see, Crocs began as an outdoor shoe.
And noooow, they sell them in pasar malam!

The same with checkered shirts.
It's gotten to a point where everyone looked like they are in uniforms.
Just in different colours.

Whatever, bye.

Chapter 21, Coke makes you happy

I was browsing thru the web, and I came across this.
I thought it was fantastic. Such a simple way to make people happy.
Make people spread their happiness.
Enjoy ;)

Coke / Coca-Cola - The Happiness machine - (2010) 2:00 (USA)