Suikology.

Findings of a nonpareil unequalled unparagoned unprecedented deviant specimen.

The danger of books.

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Assalamualaikum.

I guess I know why I rarely read anything nowadays.

I feel obligated to finish one book the second I start, to the point of ignoring lectures and sneak-reading under the table, ignoring shower time, ignoring meals, ignoring people.

Harry Potter book saga habit.

I’ve read Twilight’s Breaking Dawn because my friend who is a bookworm told me the book was interesting.

Read the whole thing in a day.

The huge font size helps.

Ended up wanting to tear that book page by page and burn them.

Gave it to another friend instead.

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Had a reading competition with my ex-roommate during secondary school; sape habis dulu dia menang dan dapat pegi prep dulu dan stadi untuk SPM.

I forgot who won.

We were reading Marian Keyes.

Finished a 600-or-so-paged book in two days.

Much smaller font size, with much more realistic chick lit component.

Based on Keyes’ dark past anyway, so.

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I’ve hated my friends for telling me the fake ending to Potter saga’s last book.

I even cried a bit.

Dude I’ve waited like two years for Deathly Hallows.

At that time Ma held off giving me the book until I’ve finished SPM.

Four, looooong excruciating months.

It was depressing, seeing likewise Potterheads reading the book in front of me.

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I also end up becoming the characters of the books I’ve read for a week or so.

Stephen King’s Different Seasons, the first novella called Apt Pupil, I felt a bit psychopathic, and actually scared myself.

Haruki Murakami’s Kafka by the Shore, I finished the book feeling all confused, and felt a bit Oedipal.

Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, read the first few pages and shelved it, but I acquired this incredible superpower of speaking complicated posh Classic English, like Watson.

Yasmin Ahmad’s memoir book How You Know, felt like I was the people who knew her personally.

James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces, I left the book feeling scared I might sink back into drug abuse and alcoholism.

I’m afraid what Fifty Shades of Grey can do to my brain.

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The end.

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Written by Takahara Suiko

3 March 2013 at 10:40

Pray For Lazy.

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I do think sometimes,

Have we gotten so lazy,

To the point that whenever there’s a conflict anywhere,

Like Gaza or Syria,

We pray for them,

And when the conflict’s just next door,

We end up ‘praying’ too?

Written by Takahara Suiko

2 March 2013 at 07:53

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Pulp fiction.

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Assalamualaikum.

 

The book genre, not the movie.

A friend on revolution of language(from Melayu Lama to Melayu Moden to Melayu Pasar in the next ten to twenty years)

it happens. doesn’t need encouragement. it just happens. a natural process. orang had dok tahan ialah macam orang yang dok resist berak walhal ada taik, whereas orang yang dok propagate ialah orang yang dok teran, padahai takdak taik pon.

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14 February 2013 at 14:38

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GAP hunting.

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Assalamualaikum. GAP starts off new arrivals with the average price of 6,900 yen(times 4 divide 100 minus 1.5 ≒ RM 265). Even some petty baju nipis warna putih yang pak aji pakai dengan kain pelikat tu pun harga nak dekat tujuh ribu. Today I scored 8 items at a grand total of 9,000 yen. Two shirts, two long skirts, two pants, a lightweight hoodie, a blazer. Booyah. (God I’ve become a monster)

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Written by Takahara Suiko

2 February 2013 at 10:20

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The Office.

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Assalamualaikum.

To those who complained Michael Scott leaving(which is prolly none of you), ei helo, even my Ma changed departments and branches throughout her last ten years of working.

It’s a mockumentary about a particular branch of a paper company, not a mockumentary about Michael Scott. Suck it up.

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2 February 2013 at 07:33

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Hope you guys are having fun there.

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Assalamualaikum.

Was just pondering and tearing up thinking about Tok Ayah.

Ma said two decades ago I tawaf-ed his katil a lot.

Climbed up, kissed him, climbed back down, went around, climbed back up, repeat cycle.

I even remembered doing that.

It was his last days.

Remembered an ambulance parked outside our house.

And I wonder what Ma told me when I asked her, ‘Tok Ayah nak pegi mana?’

Written by Takahara Suiko

26 January 2013 at 06:18

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Assalamualaikum.

 

From a Kadazandusun to the one and only idiot Malay Supremist :

Sabahan-Sarawakian compliances to Peninsula Malaysia.

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Once I looked out the window of our hotel room in Cameron Highlands, and I saw a Sikh temple, a mosque, a Chinese Community Hall all in one view. 

The Sikh Temple might be a lightbulb memory, because during breakfast at some mamak there was a Sikh parade marching down the streets.

But seriously. How often do you see that?

Not in my city I don’t. I don’t even know any church or temple around my city. And I can point to you nearly all the musollas and mosques of every section around the city centre.

You can use the ‘ikut majoritialasan. It’s a stupid alasan. It’s a well-known fact the second anyone lays down a(nother) slab of concrete to build a non-Muslim(in other words, non-Malay) tempat ibadah/community centre/whathaveyou, the ‘majoriti‘ are going to sue, demonstrasi, animal heads la bagai

The only places I know that actually have 1Malaysia values are Cameron, Sabah and Sarawak.

KL, atas pagar. 

Places I know. I don’t know anywhere else.

Written by Takahara Suiko

24 January 2013 at 09:43

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