My Haiku:I wrote this haiku
with the hope that just maybe.
It blows you away.
Introduction:The name is irrelevant.
The person is male.
The age is older.
The stories are true.
This blog is mine.
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o Afti
o Sue
o Naddywoman
o Poe
o Borro
o Kuman
o Chit Chat Bola
o Maverix
o The Datin Diaries
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o Ninie
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DVD Clubs
Cuba teka umur saya
When I was nine, I still cared what was on TV: Was it Duck Tales, Gummy Bears or maybe even Alf?
When I was ten, this hot actress named Julia Roberts became a pretty woman. Billy Joel was denying he started the fire, Roxette was wondering whether it must have been love and Kevin Costner was dancing with wolves of all things. He got an Oscar for it too.
When I was eleven, Paula Abdul wasn't criticising American idols. Instead, she was rushing with Keanu Reeves. Family sitcoms were the pick of the week with Full House, Growing Pains getting good airtime. Even Micheal J. Fox's ties with his family was still airing.
When I was twelve, Genesis couldn't dance, Michael Jackson was wondering whether he was black or white and Right Said Fred claimed they were too sexy and never returned since. On the local front, Malaysia won the Thomas Cup after 25 years and suddenly we were all picking up badminton rackets.
When I was thirteen, UB40 said only fools rush in. Jurassic Park was the theme park you wanted to visit and Arnie became the last action hero. Sigh, finally.
90210 became a familiar postcode and everybody wanted to be like Luke Perry.
When I was fourteen, Green Day carried a basket case and alternative music became what it never wanted: mainstream. Cobain blew his brains out and paved way for Pearl Jam to be the flag-bearer of Seattle sound. This year, like was like a box of chocolates and Travolta made his comeback by telling us what they call a quarter-pounder in France.
When I was fifteen, THR was the hottest radio on the airwaves. Suddenly it was cool to listen to Fly Guy and other celebrity DJs. Alanis was telling us what we oughta know while Hootie and the Blowfish didn't turn out to be a stupid name after all.
When I reached sweet sixteen, tornadoes and aliens were invading our screens. Renee Zellweger was had at hello while Tom Cruise stumped us on the plot of Mission Impossible. What the hell was that all about? In the States, everyone was doing the Macarena while the Spice Girls told us what they wannabe.
When I was seventeen and worrying about SPM, people were Mmmboping, Tubthumping and bitching on Billboard charts. We fell in love on the Titanic and let Celine's heart go on with it. Paula Cole asked where have all the cowboys gone and she never asked again.
When I was eighteen, asteroids were heading for earth and Godzilla proved to be just another big, huge flop. Britney says she wants it one more time while Will Smith got us to get jiggy with it.
When I was nineteen, Haley Joel Osment could see dead people, Star Wars showed us how it all began and the Blair Witch was actually not British at all. Santana made a huge comeback with Rob Thomas and the New Radicals reminded us you only get what you give.
When I was twenty, the Y2K bug turned out to be nothing but bulls*** and living in the new millennium turned out to be an overhyped era. Suddenly, people were swearing and rapping on the charts while on the screens, Tom Hanks was talking to a ball and Russell Crowe was battling it out at the Colosseum.
Today, I become a year older. Maybe not wiser, but certainly older.
Like Blink 182 used to say,
"What's my age again?"