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Saturday, March 24, 2007

Bleed American

Points to ponder at 2 in the morning:

When your job is to solve people's problems...
who the hell solves yours?

Never understood them.
Never will.

I just realised a lot of my close friends are either married or going to be in the next 6 months.

I need to get laid.

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Thursday, March 22, 2007

A decade ago

Since we're on the subject of 10 years ago, that crazy French dude is climbing the Twin Towers again.
The last time he was climbing there, I was still legally under-aged to go into a video arcade.

God, that was eons ago.

I forgot the feeling of a huge adrenaline rush being able to sneek through the doors of those Kotaraya arcades.
Oh yeah, let's not forget Yik Foong and Jubilee Park too.

Okay, okay I won't be stuck in the past. I'm in the present now.

I just want......to......listen to.....Chumbawamba?

Pissing the night away
Pissing the nighhhtttt awayyyyyy...

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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

From Taiping With Love

My mates and I did a Little Miss Sunshine over the weekend, without the Miss Sunshine. It was a road trip to the north. Taiping, to be exact. And since Ipoh is on the way, you would be dead wrong to think a bunch of us budak star won't be stopping over.

There was the six of us. And unlike the movie, we weren't cramped inside a VW van, but a very comfortable MPV in the shape of an Innova. Have I mentioned how I love road trips? Well, I'll mention it again. I love road trips. Especially ones where you're allowed to be yourself way back in '97.

It was a road trip to Shapeng's wedding, also a fellow comrade in Ipoh. Lorong Saw Ah Choy, Taiping. This name has been stuck in my head since 1993 but who would imagine me being there after 14 odd years. When you're a bunch of crazy single guys cramped inside a vehicle for more than 2 hours, you can bet there's lots of things to talk about. You know, the usual stuff; politics, religion, world poverty. The usual :P

I could go on and on regarding the past memories of Ipoh. After 10 years, a lot has changed. Familiar sights are no longer there. New ones have emmerged for the present generation to savour because one day, they too will come by and ponder like we did.

On a hot Saturday afternoon in Ipoh, we were boys again. When we passed by RPS (Raja Perempuan School), someone quipped, "Eh, ko dulu ada awek RPS kan?"

"Yang ko dulu curik beca tu buat apa?"
"BSN kat TC dah tutup. Aku nak pegi Ipoh Garden."

"Jube (Jubilee Park). Berapa banyak duit aku habis kat tempat ni main game."

"Zeenath dah bankrap ke? Agaknya ramai sangat budak ranjun barang dia."

"Taman DR ni tasik dia berbau sial. Ko pegi tak masa Form 3 dulu karnival sukan air?"

Songs from The Wallflowers, Verve Pipe, Silverchair, Bush, The Offspring starts playing in my head. Oh, let's not forget Father Cobain. Heh, I could come up with a soundtrack for this in a zip.

Memories of a bygone era. And for one day that day, in a packed Innova van, we weren't officers, programmers, or engineers. We were the boys we were. Laughing. Cursing. Remembering. How you and you did this and that. Reality hits home when we reached KL. It's back to the real world.

For the upcoming OBW, I know I have to be on that Innova.

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Baby blues

I'm a recently turned uncle.

Even though I'm the last in the family, I am officially Pak Ngah with respect to my late brother who passed away when he was little. I didn't realise this until Mama introduced me to my little niece as Pak Ngah. And I thought it was only fitting to do so.
I am so gonna write Siti Nurhaliza songs after this.

Anyways, my mother was in Perlis for 2+ weeks when my sister delivered. They just came back this week. Which meant that me and Papa was left as orang bujang in the house for that period. It was kinda fun living with him, the two of us. You can bet there was some father-son male bonding going on but in all honesty, I wasn't around much in the house. But I did learn a few things about my father, namely the fact that he can cook up a mean nasi goreng. Either that or I was damn hungry but really I enjoyed his cooking.

It surprised me how he can be so dependent on Mama when she's around, and yet become so independent when she's away. So independent to the fact that he does my laundry and prepared my breakfast before I run off to work. Even Mama sometimes doesn't do my laundry unless there's a pile of clothes reaching the ceiling in my room. God, I am so pampered.

So with a baby and a sarong-clad woman around the house, you can bet that the house has been lively. Nothing like the sound of a baby crying to start your day :)

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

F9 for Utusan

I have to say that Utusan's 'exclusive' coverage of that girl from Batu Pahat getting 19 1As before the SPM results came out was a bit rash. Too rash for a leading newspaper in the country.

I'm no journalist, but I do know in journalism you always check and double-check your facts. Unless you write for Mastika that is.

Which when you think about it, comes as no surprise since they come from the same publication. You could say I feel a bit outraged. Why? Because imagine yourself being that kid and someone told you that you got 19 1As only to be 'disappointed' when you got 'only' 14 1As. 14 1As in no mean feat but just because some asswipe got too excited, it certainly takes the shine out of her achievement.

If I were the father, I'd sue the bloody idiot for giving false information. I love how Utusan tried to cover its shit today. Quote the always attention-hungry friendly neighbourhood wakil rakyat,

"...Ayub Jamil, ketika menghubungi berkata, walaupun tidak berjaya meraih 19A, kejayaan Nadiah Amirah tetap sangat membanggakan masyarakat di kawasan itu.

Lagi pula katanya, pihaknya difahamkan Nadiah Amirah hanya kurang 1 markah untuk memperoleh keputusan A2 dalam mata pelajaran EST."

Kurang satu markah? What kinda bullshit is that? I guess that's the best line he could give after cancelling the kenduri, banners and such he'd already planned out to further cement his wakil-rakyat-ness.

At least the news of this matter got to the Minister himself. I would love for action to be taken against those responsible for this. It may seem like a small matter to you, but try asking Nadiah and her family if it's a small matter. At 18, I don't think she asked for the attention and all the media circus.
Because in this country, that's all it is.
One big f***ing circus.

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Monday, March 12, 2007

Paris Pop

I love pop songs.

They're soooo irritatingly catchy.

Take Paris Hilton's 'Nothing in this world'. Here's a confession: I sing along to this song when I'm driving alone.

I think we all haven't got enough of Paris Hilton. From the titties to the cows that she milks on TV, she's pop icon 101. I'm waiting for her Oscar next.

Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da...

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Friday, March 09, 2007

Warm like chicken shit

Remember the Larian thingy I was looking forward to a few days ago?

Scrap it. They closed all entries on the 5th.

Now I have an excuse not to run the Boston Marathon.


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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Running is my liberation

I love running.

Whether it's a slow jog around campus, a nightime run around Tasik Jaya, an afternoon run at S2 City Park or even just a go at the treadmill.

I love it.

There's something about running that's so personal. It's about going against your own self. You against you. Challenging yourself to the limits.

Some people find it boring. Rightly so.

But being alone on the road is an escape from everything. A lot of things go through my mind when I'm running. Which feeds me even more. To go faster. To not stop. To go the distance.

Which got me looking for my running shoes when I read this:

Larian Terowong SMART

Would you run with me?

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