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Monday, August 30, 2004

and the flame stopped burning...

so the Olympics have ended. another 4 years we await for our first gold medal. this year's Olympics really wasn't like the previous ones, from my point of view. maybe my desire was subdued by the Malaysian contingent's poor showing. it SUCKS man...like really...
even though the we didn't win anything at the Sydney games, i seriously felt a small hangover after the Games ended. Sydney for me...was the best. maybe the short time difference between there and malaysia made it more 'watchable', and therefore i could really live the Games.
back to Malaysia's poor performance...we really failed. notice the sports headlines today...this is Asia's best showing at the Olympics, lead by the mighty Chinese followed by Japan. even our neighbours, Thailand won 3 golds at this year's event. bayangkan laaa...thailand tu. tak payah la America or Austalia ke, this is in our own f***in' backyard. if they can do it...tell me please why the hell can't we?? i love reading Lazarus Rokk's commentary in the NST (he's covering the Olympics) and one of the things he highlighted was the need for sports to be given the recognition it deserves in our society. i agree with him on that, but for me...it is not THE vital ingredient in making our sportsman/woman world beaters. just look at Thailand...those Thai boxers aren't exactly rich or well placed in their society's ecelons, but their desire to win just about beats anything money can buy. even war-torn Iraq almost came close to winning the bronze in football. hello? iraq? half the country is in ruins...just imagine what they can achieve with a more stable environment. we're always looking for excuses this and that, everyone plays a part actually...everyone's got an opinion on how to do this and that. but what about the implementation? we malaysians are so good in 'cakap tak serupa bikin'. especially our friendly neighborhood politicians. u know what i mean...tak payah cakap pun tau....
just look at the medal count for the Olympics...we've got...lemme see....Latvia, Syria, Venezuela, Mongolia and what? Eritrea? where the hell is that? sorry....my geography sucks...
so if these countries can do it....there's no reason we can't. heyy...we've got the highest building in the world, rite? the tallest flagpole? surely we have the best sports facilities, rite? since we're in the Merdeka mood, a gold medal would have been a superb gift for the country. fact is...we've got world-class buildings and structures, but our mentality is still 3rd world and the same goes for our athletes. the desire and determination is far from world-class. it's the 'asal boleh' syndrome....aahhhh..OK lah, takpe, nevermind lohh, u know lah. i can finish no. 34 out of 35 but my gaji still masuk what. allowance dapat gak....baik aku puas2 jalan2 kat Athens. bukan selalu datang sini.....
so for the sake of malaysian sports, something needs to be done and done efficiently. and for me it starts with the love of the flag...and if u're not that patriotic...maybe the burning desire to excel is enough. just ask those cuban boxers, who knows that they came to win. W-I-N. unlike those cocky american ball players. they have the nerve to call themselves the Dream Team. well, dream on, guys...coz the world just got better in the sport u invented. for me..the Dream team will always be the American Team of Barcelona '92. they just oozed with skills and showmanship. no other team came close to matching them and for me...never will be emulated.
and so...the world has caught up wit the Americans in terms of sports achievement...when will we? i'm still waiting for Negaraku to be played....and hopefully i live to see it.

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Thursday, August 26, 2004

Blame it on the train

this morning, for the 1st time ever...i used the LRT as an excuse for being late. in a way, that shows how efficient the system is, right? in about 3 months, it failed me only once. boleh la tu, for malaysia...hehehe...
anyways, remember how i use to say that if i had my computer and internet, i could blog everytime i get on the LRT? today, because i spent almost an hour stuck inside one, i certainly can blog about it. i knew sumthing was amiss when i saw one of the trains stopping in the middle of the track (not at a station) as i walked down from my house. when i arrived at the station, mak aiiiii...ramainya orang. something IS wrong. punyalah ramai...i missed one train coz it was already packed to the brim. bayangkan la...my station is only the second station...dah penuh. pity la the other people waiting kat sentral ke...which is like 6,5 stations more.
as i got on the next train that arrived, everyone was rushing to get in. yesss...the ugly side of malaysians. we could have been mistaken for a bunch of hooligans, except that we were wearing shirts, ties and neat coats. crazy, i tell ya. and the look u get from people as u're shoved in the back....priceless.
eventually, i found my way to the centre, the part between the coaches where the floor shifts around. that's a tip if u wanna ride the LRT during rush hour. always avoid being in the door area, that's where all the action is. u don't wanna be bruised and bleeding by the time u get to the office...hhehehe.
there was an announcement as we made our way to the next station. alaaa..u know..."kami sedang buat whatever bullshit this and that, so we're really sorry for any inconvenience. alaaa, u guys pun macam la eager sangat nak masuk office. u should thank us." okay...so they didn't say exactly like that, but that's how it sounded to me.
on the next station, the train wasn't moving for some time. it was like 15 minutes before some guy just couldn't stand it and hollered over on the intercom they have placed near the door.
"Sampai bila lagi awak akan settlekan masalah ni? Kami dah berada di sini hampir 15 minit."
"Kami sedang berusaha ni. Encik tolong sabar ye", came the reply.
"Berapa lama lagi?", the guy's still not satisfied.
"30-45 minit lagi"
End of transmission.
ok...so i'm gonna be stuck here for an eternity. i noticed that most people were reading motivational books with titles such as See You at the Top, How to Influence People, How to kiss ass and beat everyone who works hard...so maybe i made up the last one. but if they had that title, mesti aku belinye. and u could tell everyone was busy telling the office that they were gonna be late. u could here the phone calls...this one uncle...
"Ehh...can u fetch me ahhh? Got problem here."
and another foreigner was on the phone too...(Japanese, i pressume..from the accent)
"I yam in the train. Haven't reach yet. Not sure. Ta-man Pa-ra Mounttt" as she struggled reading the sign.
suddenly, an announcement came.
"Perjalanan kami akan diteruskan seperti biasa dalam masa 1 minit."
One minute? so much for the 30-45 minute info. main belasah je...
so we did move on. kekadang rasa tak syok jugak coz u know the people who runs the whole thing are mostly melayu jugak. so when the system fails, i always think that people will say something to do wit melayu and other familiar cliches' we're all familiar with. i'm not saying that semua orang thinks like that, but i guess my semangat melayu tu still ada...so i'm always sensitive to these kinda things. but i also like to think that the LRT seldoms fail me. this is the first time i was late becoz of it and the service they give me is good. janji aku selamat tiba on time cukuplah. what more can i ask for? except the people who rides on them...well...that's another story. u could write a whole book about your 'friendly' LRT experience. maybe all this pushing and shoving is our way of being intimate. or maybe not.

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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

i not stupid lah

i came upon this articleas i logged in to my Blogger. i wanted to write about sumthing else, but this article came along and amused me. i say 'amused' becuase i in no way feel bitter or 'terasa' with what she had to say. so she's like a grammar teacher fuming over her students' bad writing. suits her la. and if she wants to comment on my bahasa rojak, fine..so sue me. actually, that's the beauty of blogging, or rather the essence of it. u don't need nobody to tell u anything. u write about what u wanna write, anyway u wanna write it and how u wanna write it. i quote her....'You're just too lazy to hit the shift key. If you can't be bothered with the extra keystroke, I can't be bothered to read your site.' well...newsflash...i don't give a cat's ass if u want to read my site. nak baca, baca...tak suka..thanks for stopping by. though the odds of her stopping by here is almost zero...it's just my way of saying "what do u care about how people write? so u have this social obligation of making everyone the perfect writer? apa? u ni some God-sent messiah brought down upon the world to save mankind from grammar mistakes and wrong punctuation marks? okay..so i admit bad english is kinda like a turn-off, but malaysian english is no way like that. it's the lingo we speak, and it adds color to our language. nobody speaks perfectly...so why should we write properly? read any good novels lately? my...how perfect Stephen King writes...even the exclamation marks after the F-word are in place. lovely....
so for those out there who cringes at my non-existent capital letters, cringe even more coz i really really hate pressing the Shift key. maybe this blog has sumthing to do wit what i planned to write about anyway. last sunday, i caught this really creepy show on tv called Extreme Makeover. i dunno, maybe show ni dah lama dah kat tv but i happen to stay up late last Sunday night to watch it. biasala...esoknya Monday, so usually i already hit the sack, tapi malangnya hari tu tertengok pulak. i thought it was like Queer Eye for the straight guy kinda concept which i really liked, but to my horror...it really was EXTREME. they not only do fashion makeovers, but even plastic surgery to complete their pathetic dreams. mann..what are we coming up to? american TV is getting fucked up by the day. it really was sad seeing this 30-sumthing mom being ashamed to fetch her kids from school because of her looks. and this other guy wants to be a rock star so he did some nose job and walla!! rob thomas in da house. rob thomas would have felt sick to the stomach, trust me.
point is..from all my yapping on the grammar and looks issue, it shows how we crave for people's opinion. why can't we do sumthing without ever thinking about what si polan dan si polan thinks? fact is..i'm also guilty of this. aren't we all? we live to impress people but there's always a stop sumwhere...and no...i'm not putting a punctuation mark here pueh hati?

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Saturday, August 21, 2004

Six Degrees of Separation

we're bound to say goodbye one day to everyone we meet. i just realized that fact as i made my way down the elevator from work. funny isn't it? sometimes i wonder what's the point of people meeting if one day they won't be there anymore and all that's left are memories, whether good or bad. in a way, goodbyes can be a good thing if it's somebody u really hate or something that reminds u of a tragic memory that never seems to go away. but those kinds of goodbyes are rare and somewhat unwanted becoz unless u live your life to make enemies...there are only a handful of people that we'd love to say goodbye to. life is full of goodbyes. this month alone i bid farewell to my university and a colleague who i just got to know. her final day yesterday was what got me thinking. yeahhh..so i just knew her for about 3 months, but seeing the tears in her eyes as she bid farewell to everyone was very touching...even for the stone man...hehhehehe.
she's been with the company for 2 years and she was friendly with everyone. i also grew fond of her as a senior colleague, becoz she always did her work and was very helpful in helping me settle down in the company. i actually hate soppy moments coz i think it shows the weakness in us...but to hell with weakness. we're humans and we have feelings, right? a second of pure, innocent emotion doesn't make us less stronger or less better, i suppose. i'm glad i got that figured out.
people move on all the time, whether it's temporary or forever. i guess we all take for granted the time we spent with someone, until the day they're not there anymore. of course, that's all part of life....we meet and someday...we'll bid farewell. one thing i've noticed is that it will never be the same once u're apart. a close friend of 5 years growing up together feels like an awkward guest once u meet them again after a few years. kenapa agaknya, huh? bukan absence makes the heart grow fonder ke? i dunno...but i noticed that it actually doesn't. one day, i too will move on. this blog pun won't be here forever. there will come a time when i feel i'm done or i'm bored or i just plain malas nak blog lagi. i hope not, though, for i really love doing this...even though i don't blog as often as i would like.
and there's the goodbye for eternity pulak...where we reunite with the Almighty. funny how people hate to talk about it, myself included. maybe the lack of preparation is what scares me. i really hope i'm up for that. to be prepared. insyaAllah.

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Saturday, August 14, 2004

Citius, Altius, Fortius

so the Olympics have begun. wit that, my current life (if i ever had one) is on hold. i will stay true wit Hasbullah Awang (hope he's covering it) for these coming 16 days. yesterday was the opening ceremony of the Olympics. i completely mistimed the occasion coz i thought it was on tonite. so it was sorta like stale when i watched this morning's delayed telecast. wit 6 dedicated channel on Astro for the Olympics, u have no reason to miss out on the action. being a self-confessed sports freak, the Olympics is one of the events i look forward to in the sporting calendar. alas, our country still waits for the moment when Negaraku will be playing at the Games. i along wit other fellow malaysians, will be hoping that moment will come this year. 47 years of independence and we're still waiting....
actually the Olympics is much more than national pride at stake. it's like this celebration of human achievement. celebrate humanity....the tagline says, and even though the Games nowadays act like a big corporate advertising festival...the small bits of humanity is still there. and in this big bad dog eat dog world, we are after all human...and there are times when we are at our weakest and times when we conquer all. we cherish these moments and we celebrate the heroes. i like to think of athletes like super heroes in the real world. they can do things i can only imagine doing. soaring in the sky like Michael Jordan, running faster than the wind like Michael Johnson, swimming like a fish like Mark Spitz and achieving perfection like Nadia Comaneci. we awe at their feats and hope for another hero to come and woo us again. i don't like to think of them as Americans or Romanian or Jewish or whatever. they're human just like us but their efforts are superhuman.
of course there are stories that show the dark side of us. we were in shocked when ben johnson tested positive for steroids. we hope for the events of Munich '72 and the bomb in Atlanta to never haunt us again. every olympics will have its own story. stories that will be told with the help of media giants, which will make you remember when u were just watching it on TV a couple of years ago, which turned out to be more than 10 years. my main attention will of course be on the Malaysian contingent, with Keng Liat hoping to be the 1st Malaysian to be in a swimming final and the badminton boys who are our only realistic chance of winning a gold, unless of course they decide to include congkak as an olympic event....hehhehe.
so who's gonna make the story of Athens 2004? will michael phelps prevail in his quest to emulate Spitz's 7 gold haul? will some unknown from a susah-nak-sebut country shock the giants by winning the first medal for his country? will a few seconds of humanity make us forget that the Olympics is not all about winning and will we unearth a new superhuman effort to make us stand in awe once again? it's a return to the homeland for the Olympics. so the sofa is ready, the potato chips is in place and the remote is in my hands. let the games begin!

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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Convocation: The Aftermath

The following takes place between 5.30 am and 11.00 pm on the day of Stone's graduation

so finally i graduated. alhamdulillah. i could tell by how relieved my parents were...hehehe...
they've done their part, that's for sure. now, they're officially the proud parents of 2 graduates. whether any one of us goes on to match papa remains to be seen. i think not.
i'm still having a hangover from 4 days of festival mood and camera posing. excuse me for being overexcited...but i think i really went all out in taking my picture in the jubah in different situations. let's see...
1. wearing the robe while riding a horse. done.
2. wearing the robe while driving my NAF 545. done.
3.wearing the robe with only a towel underneath. done.
4. wearing the robe surrounded by playboy playmates. yeah, right. tak salah berangan, kan?

actually, i've got a zillion things to write down, but it's all so jumbled up i don't even know where to begin. the ceremony was okay, i guess...could have been more perfect, but i'm not complaining. actually, i really made good preparations for this convocation..but when the day came itself...everything went berzerk. i guess the preparations were for damage limitation, so i'm glad i made them. i actually hate doing this, but just for the record...i wanna write down how the day went:

5.30 am: i woke up dead tired coz i slept late, but suprised to see mama already busy in the kitchen

6.20 am: finally bertolak dari seremban, not helped by papa's temper for tardiness, but heck.. this no time to be emotional, so i just buat tak dengar

7.15 am: sangkut kat federal highway in front of mid valley. i start to get restless.

7.30 am: parked our car at the padang in front of First College. there were not many cars, but almost everyone there were putting on their jubah except me. i skidaddled (i dunno how to spell this word, tapi rasa seronok using it) off to the Bangunan Peperiksaan

7.35 am: phone calls start coming in....zaman, shirley, suria, people who haven't called me in ages except for this day. terserempak ngan rauhan & salleh putting on their robe kat BCB

7.40am: jumpa kajun at the Bangunan Peperiksaan with his mom. yesss..kajun still haven't put on his robe. cayaler kajun, i knew i could count on u...hhehehhe...

7.45 am: finally arrived at Aras 1 without my robe on yet. relax...still got time. jumpa all my coursemates yang dah lama tak nampak. iqram pun belum pakai robe. goodie...

7.50am: after settling down from the excitment of seeing one another, pauline helped me put on my jubah. i really wanna state this down coz i really owe it to her for helping me. thanks pauline.

7.57am: while pauline helped me put on the jubah, jumpa ngan Ismail. he was one of this year's recipient of the Anugerah Emas Diraja. he's my junior, so i congratulated him and learned that he was doing research at the IPSP. mannn..bayangkan laa..this guy could step into any office and demand for any job, but he chose to do research. and he's not one of those nerdy bookworm types. he's cool and i dare say he's a hot prospect in the job industry. he really wants to learn more, so i bid him all the best...

8.00 am: after my jubah all nice and cun (kudos to pauline), terjumpa suria tengah terhegeh-hegeh memakai robe dia. i helped out along with some other people.

8.02 am: the group starts to move to DTC after a short briefing. i didn't really realize this journey from Aras 1 to DTC because i was busy helping suria put on her pin. dah la pin kecik...tensen aku. i even pricked my finger in the process. oh well...what's a little blood? they say the best moment was when traffic at the DTC stopped because we were crossing, but i didn't even realize this moment as it all went by like a flash. takpelah...kalau aku tekan button kat traffic light tu pun, traffic stop jugak. but i guess it ain't the same, right? hmmmm....

8.10 am: we're seated in the DTC, and unlucky me had to be seated next to a girl i hardly know from the department. bummer...aku nak lepak ngan irwin, suria, semua. apehal aku duduk sebelah minah ni? i try to start a conversation:
Me: so, u sekarang keje mana?
Girl: nitto denko, seksyen 23 shah alam
Me: ohhh...nitto denko. i know that.
end of conversation.
so i was stuck with this amoi, while my friends were laughing and giggling away at their seats. so i browsed thru the convocation guest book. lucky my name was there, so memang betul la aku graduate. tetiba aku perasan one thing...the guest of honor for today was Raja Nazrin, not the Toh Puan as we were expecting. heyyy...a good suprise. at least something good was happening today. cantik sikit gambar aku grad nanti....so i thought.

9.00 am: finally, the ceremony began. laaa..so it starts around 9 rupanya. but they stated in the book at 8.0 am. bagus gak rupanya...i thought. knowing myself and other fellow malaysians, i guess u could say it was a good move. biar awal jangan lambat.

9.30 -10.30am: they start to give out the scrolls, starting with this mat salleh who was awarded professor emeritus. he was from the Geology department of the science faculty. as they talked about his achievement before he was presented the title, i thought...wow, mamat ni mesti terer geology in the Southeast asian region. maybe he can just look at the tanah and know what kind of minerals are in there...wooooooo....

10 sumthing: showtime! finally, they reach my department. i was in the second row mengadap tengah on the right side of DTC. we all queued up at the side, waiting for that special moment as for the first time, my name is called aloud in DTC. time tu la sibuk2 betulkan jubah and the selendang. irwin lagi gagah...nasib baik ada mak andam standby at the side to help out any unprepared graduates. as i waited for my turn, i noticed that Umi was reading the name. another nice suprise. she was doing her masters, so dia kena la help out with this varsity things.
finally....Amri B bin B. it's hard to describe the moment becoz u're so tensed and excited and scared and menggelabah and wateva shit lagi, so u don't feel nothing. yang aku ingat, aku stop, tunduk, langkah ke depan, take the scroll from Raja Nazrin, step back, tunduk and walked on. pergghhh..textbook procedure. if only the picture would have told the same story. just nak luahkan how i'm kinda dissapointed about my graduation picture. it looks so not me, tu yang tensen tu. cehh..padahal aku yang tak photogenic, nak complain laks. takpelah..i've seen worse pictures...hhehehehe.
so i took my seat next to zaman laks...nak lari from that amoi. chatted away like nobody else is taking their scrolls. but a touch of sadness, when this lady took the scroll on her husband's behalf, who already passed away. sedihnyaa...she wasn't wearing the robe, so it looked awkward at first. but we were informed earlier. it was touching to see...but my sadness was like for 20 seconds becoz i was already like this budak kecik tak sabar2 nak keluar petang main. seriusly, memang excited nak keluar and jumpa mama, papa and of course...the crazy gang of bantingers

around noon: finally, we were released. mann..i waited for 4+ years for this. possibly my whole life, and it came down to a few seconds. but the moment yang mahal tu. i straight went to BCB beside the DTC where i already promised with my parents. yeahh..my parents, the non-believers in cellphone technology, not that u could use them on that day so maybe it was kinda useless, huh? with all the lines jammed, you'd be lucky to even get a ring. sambil tunggu dengan hati yang separa panas sebab lama...i met todd, who was the first person i met that day upon coming out. lepas tu rauhan, kajun, lalok, wan and even chan who graduated the day before. finally, i met up wit my parents who was really waiting dekat bawah sikit dari DTC tu. geram ada gak, but today's not the day okay? after puas taking pics with my parents, terjumpa pulak arab and jepp and sapa tah lagi tak ingat coz it was bising. arab was hugging me and shouting and handing me his pasu bunga, which turned out not to be a bad idea, coz u could put the flowers in it. macam2 la pak arab nih.....

12.00++pm: everyone was there. i 'ushered' my parents to wait for me at the gerai makanan. and then...i start to change from amri b to stone. hehhehe...i am so not like this at home. mampos aku kalau they read this blog. i wanna thank everyone who i remembered was there, if i left anyone out, do point out coz i'm listing it out one by one. gracias to:
todd, arab, jepp, shar, kuman, jack, pullah, gaban, popo, jibam, syidee, keng, kurel, ayu, zana, tippie, pon, shapeng, koyan, bulat, affy, faizah, dee, siti, zila, sim, riyadh, rudy, yatim, mikai, monk, fith, oun, ada lagi ke? hopefully i didn't leave anyone out...

1.10pm: after all the pictures, the candid moments, the laughter and everything...we finally did bersurai. went my way to Gerai Fifth la...kata collegian...hahahha along with geebum and arab. took some pictures there, jumpa ana & her sidekicks, toss and other juniors as well. lepak-lepak and borak2 till i realized i janji with my parents to meet them up at the car by 1.30pm. baru la nak kelam-kabut pergi...

1.45pm: arrived at our car parked near the tasik varsiti. saw my mother, who said papa went looking for me. okayyy...so now kena tunggu dia lak.

2.00pm: papa finally arrived. they already had lunch, but i was damn hungry, so we made our way to Kayu Nasi Kandar SS2, where dah lama tak makan ayam madu dia. yummy...

2.45pm: arrived at my house in SS3, where my parents dropped me off. i bid them farewell, before i realized the car keys and the house keys were still with them. bummerr....nasib baik ali ada kat rumah and i had a spare car key. masa tu la rasa bersyukur teramat sangat...seriusly i was relieved.

3.30pm: after mandi2 and everything coz i was like drenched from all the sweat, even my tie was wet....euwwww. so changed my clothes and sembahyang and everything, keluar balik to rumah jalan gasing (where else?) coz janji ngan kajun to go for our faculty get-together hosted by the Dean.

4.15pm: arrived at the blok kuliah where almost all of my saman kereta by the pak guard UM was obtained. they asked everyone to go into DK3. pergghhh...lama siot tak masuk DK3. masa 1st year it felt kinda big, skang nampak kecik je. not many were present, which kinda sucked coz i was hoping to see more of my coursemates. they had a talk by the dean, who delivered a kuthbah jumaat, but what he said for me was true. he's been through it all...aku yang baru 24 ni apa la tau. what really stucked to me was how he said to carry the image of a gradute with pride. no matter what people say...coz skang ni kan ramai grads yang menganggur. he said to always show professionalism, that even though u don't have a job...u have the right attitude to differentiate urself from those without a degree. aku yang ada degree ni pun kengkadang macam budak skolah so how the hell am i professional?? hehhehehe.......takpe, kat keje lain, balik umah lain....

5.30 pm: after all was said and done, biasalah...jamuan time. had some pics wit old friends and even bumped into wira. i knew him from the days of NVD. i found out he was planning to do chambering...after taking a break from law to go into the TV business. i learnt that he was working in TV3 and was involved in several english shows, the only one i remember being the Brand. seronok borak2 ngan wira coz i really respect the guy...sukahati dia je terasa nak buat apa dia buat. law and TV?? hehhehe...maybe ada gak connection...we got Ally, the Practice and not to mention the classic LA Law. so apa yang peliknya, rite?

6.15pm: kajun and tipie mintak tolong amik gambar diorang around the DTC area, which i berat hati mula2 tapi sebab member punya pasal...what the heck. so i became the official photographer for kajun & tipie. ok lahh..it was then aku sedar DTC looked so beautiful during sunset. mannn..u got to see it...

8.30pm: after going back to jalan gasing and mandi2 and sembahyang and everything...we decided to be little kids and check out the funfair they had at 12th College. hahhaha...lawak betul. lama tak main tikam2 ni. i got a wall clock and a small Doraemon for my troubles. that wasn't all...pastu pegi layan jap Bumper Car. wahhh..lama tak main bumper car. macam budak kecik pressing on the accelerator hentam orang lain which included tipie, aswad and azean. kesian pakcik sorang tu ngan anak dia...aku nak langgar pun rasa bersalah. what the hell, nak main slow2 pegi naik train tu laaaa...hehhehe....

10.00pm: fed-up with the carnival atmosphere, we head for Jamal (not the UM branch, which they set up during konvo). makan2 and everything...baru la balik.

11.00pm: mannn..it's been a tiring day. balik terus tido kat gasing. with that...my graduation day ended and also this blog which maybe some of you dah naik muak baca. baru la webjournal namanya.

so there. my graduation as how i remembered it after almost one week. it's been a blast and i don't regret anything. it couldn't have been better (well...maybe boleh...tapi saje sedapkan hati) thanks to everyone who was with me, even if i didn't list the name above. congrats also to all UM graduates class of 2004. it's been a long and bumpy ride...but heck...we got there anyway. my uni days is officially over...now back to work. sigh.

p/s: this blog was 3 days in the making sebab aku asyik stop sambung stop sambung sambil2 buat kerja. i don't care how it came out. janji it's off my chest and i've got sumthing on the record for me to remember (dah tua dah...)

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Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Kings of the Stone Age

last sunday, i was fortunate to be in the company of punk rockers, metal maniacs and plain old posers all dress up for the show. it was the 'I thrash therefore I am' gig, reuniting most of Malaysia's founding fathers of the underground scene. i wouldn't call myself an underground follower, but a true mat rock at heart, so i knew i had to be there when i read about the gig, from all the places...The Star. that's just classic, man...what happened to the days when u knew about the next gig from flyers (usually black and white coz it's photocopied) given out by your friendly neighbourhood slackers. it's really a trip back in time....remembering the good ol' days of carburetor dung, pilgrims, subculture and yes...even butterfingers were playing small time gigs at that time. it was 10 years exactly since i was first exposed to the malaysian underground scene...hearing carburetor dung for the first time from my senior in school. i guess u could say it was the heyday of underground music, with joe kidd even having his own column in the old Sun newspaper...when it actually cost something back then. Blasting Concept was the name, and it was the medium for which many bands were exposed to the public, but sadly..most of them have abandoned due to the realistic constraints that is the Malaysian music industry. it was the days of DIY magazines...the 'zine'...and yours truly even thought of establishing my own zine before the lack of original material killed that idea.
back to sunday's gig...it was more of a reunion of the forefathers. even the starting time was typical of the gigs back then...starting at around 4 sumthing, when it was scheduled for 2pm. being the malaysians we are...we actually arrived 'on time' at 4 pm....hehhehe. i was there for 2 reasons...the first reason was the evergreen Pilgrims. the ever bubbly Bob even had trouble catching up with his breath on his performance. but not before belting out old Pilgrims hits such as Sua Sue Good Morning and Air Pasang Pagi. good ol' tunes never dies, huh? he also struck a reminder to the somewhat older crowd and bands that were playing when he said, "Tu yang kat belakang tu apsal...dah tua kot". i just snickered as he teased us who wasn't in the mosh pit. yeahh...we're a bit older...bodysurfing just seem like sakit badan je. i'm fine just sitting down at the side.
actually..my main attraction to the gig was Carburetor Dung, coz i've never seen them play live. suprise...suprise....the lead vocal for Sunday's show turned out to be my friend's brother, who was also suprised to see him perform as well. he was a friend of joe kidd, it seems, so he got to be the honorary frontman for one of the day's most anticipated band. i was quite dissapointed that they played some 'experimental' songs first, with provoking titles such as something jilat and my favourite...Hantu raya Putrajaya. then...the show really started....old hits from their 'Songs for friends' LP were played out. it really got the crowd going...who was looking quite confused with the weird songs they played before that. and thennnnnn....probably the most anticipated song of the evening was kept best for last...the anthem of the local malaysian rock scene...'Boo Hoo Clapping Song'. hearing it live for the first time was really something, and watching the crowd singing along with the simple lyrics was THE moment. honest rock doesn't come any simpler than a crowd and its entertainer belting it out...just being in the moment...man..u can't describe it.
we left the show after Carburetor Dung, even though there was still a few bands left. it was already past 7, and i wasn't in the mood to party on a sunday night. i really enjoyed the show and i'd like to say to the organisers that it was really a good idea to get all these old timers to come back and play after all this while. some of them haven't played together for more than 5 years and i wouldn't be suprised if this was their last show ever. it was an honor to be there, just for a moment to be back in '94 when we were singing....

Now we don't care now we don't feel
So many friends now where they be?
Now you tell me.....

"Boo Hoo Clapping Song"
Carburetor Dung

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Monday, August 02, 2004

Malaysia Post-Mamak Days

damn funny one. i thought i'd really like to share wit u guys Papimami's take on our 'Machas' going home
PapiMami: Our 'yamcha' will never be the same..

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