Earwax: Music From The O.C. Mix 1
Just got back from KL. The site for the first project is at Central Market, so of course I dropped by to see The Magic Man and ended up spending almost 4 hours truly lepaking in the store. I wasn't planning on buying anything at all, but I crumbled when I saw The O.C. soundtrack for RM36. So I got that, plus an RM5 cassette of Sugababes' first album, for RM38 because that was all that I had on me. 20sen for emergency calls is all I have in my wallet. Damn my weak willpower.
But that's not what this entry's about.
I'm organizing a gig. Hopefully with Vanessa, and we could do Apple Juice Jam Sessions 2. I'm playing, of course, with the Pa'an, and the sessionists would be Aidil on drums, Vanessa (possibly) on guitars, Danial on bass and Li on the keys.
Tentative bands playing are:
+ Anjakan Paradigma (that's Pa'an and I for you)
Ambitious Explosions-meets-Death Cab minus vocals, that's the plan for now.
+ Couple
Malaysian power-pop kings! No Ramzi on bass, sadly :(
+ my friend Raffique's band (note to self: find out name)
Last time I heard him play it was jazzy jam-session-ish stuff. Don't know how it is now, but
guaranteed goodness nevertheless.
+ A Mantle The Sea
Easy-listening Belle & Sebastian and The Observatory like stuff.
+ Free Love
Great guitar work, amazing energy and intuition, but unfortunate daft vocals.
I wanted to invite KLPHQ but the thought of playing next to them almost made me pee in my pants, so decided against it. We need one more band to play (kugiran si pendek mungkin?), a VENUE (suggestions, anyone?) and a confirmed date (definitely in December. Will inform of 'perkembangan semasa' as it goes along.
Tired and hungry, so I need to satiate both now or I will keel over and pass out. Later, loves.
September 30, 2004
September 29, 2004
This Is The Loviest Survey
I am: an ambitious, under-creative, music lover who frenetically cooks at high speeds
I live: to see what it brings
I speak: when I'm not spoken to
I eat: anything that doesn't eat me first
I drink: so much water in a day it would fill an olympic pool
I smoke: kueh tiao, all in due time
I wear: a smile
I listen: to what makes me cry
I see: an irate lecturer waiting for me to buzz on out of the lab
I smell: like an unwashed sweatshirt
I read: what I wish I could write
I write: anything and everything that spills out from my thoughts
I love: the friends that I have
I hate: Akasha
I think: therefore I am
I believe: that I will be someone, someday
I hope: that I can be a great musician
I need: cheese or chili in unholy amounts
I want: a hot boy
I live: to see what it brings
I speak: when I'm not spoken to
I eat: anything that doesn't eat me first
I drink: so much water in a day it would fill an olympic pool
I smoke: kueh tiao, all in due time
I wear: a smile
I listen: to what makes me cry
I see: an irate lecturer waiting for me to buzz on out of the lab
I smell: like an unwashed sweatshirt
I read: what I wish I could write
I write: anything and everything that spills out from my thoughts
I love: the friends that I have
I hate: Akasha
I think: therefore I am
I believe: that I will be someone, someday
I hope: that I can be a great musician
I need: cheese or chili in unholy amounts
I want: a hot boy
September 27, 2004
Male Bonding
Earwax: Karate - Some Boots
Eyeboogers: Zadie Smith - The Autograph Man
I have three brothers. Growing up, I donned left-over-right buttoned shirts, played with matchbox cars and Transformers, sported a ridiculously short haircut and my mother, bless her heart, tried her best to counter this by purchasing an all-pink bedroom set (which has since been replaced), forcibly dress me in frilly pink frocks and constantly told me to sit with my legs together and not 'kangkang macam budak laki'. I couldn't help it. I didn't have female influences. My mother doesn't count, she's a good 37 years older than I am. I had no female peers as I searched for my footing in the world. My earliest memory of a friend, is my second cousin Faruq. He's the same age as I am and lives across the causeway, which meant that we could only meet at best twice a year. That didn't stop him from being my best friend. We went through a whole gamut of shite together. I went through a bout of depression, I was abandoned by so-called friends. His father died, he was in and out of hospitals with asthma. We were always there for each other. Always just a call away. We knew that no matter how important whatever it was we were doing, when the other called, it was dropped and shoved into the back burner. The reliance we have on each other is, to some others, frightening. I honestly don't think we can live without each other. It's not as if we communicate every single day of the year, but just the mere thought of someone out there who would do anything for me and vice versa, is the biggest comfort and security I could have. And whenever I reminisce about the times we had, my mind would wander off after a while and think about my other friends. Right now, at this point, I realize how much of an impact men have made in my life. There's my pet brother Shah, who barely calls, but I know loves me dearly. There's Rashdan, the primadonna who would always ask for my opinion before setting forth on a musical or romantic task. There's the boys at taekwondo, Low, Don and Wai Seng, whom if they weren't there during training, I would feel out of place. There's Keith, who I can ransack the CD collection of and he still wouldn't utter a word, at least out loud. And of course there's Farhan, who is possibly the nicest guy in the universe. This doesn't mean that I don't love my girlfriends, I really do, but the difference that I've come to notice is that I have to constantly see my girlfriends. I would have to join in gab sessions of how this person did that and how that person did this. I know they've got my back in any situation, and I sure as hell have got theirs. My guy friends? I barely see them. I've never even met Pa'an. But the bond I feel with them is far stronger than what I have with my girlfriends. It's kind of like... I don't have to remind them I exist, they know I'll always be there whether they like it or not. If I don't meet my girlfriends, with one or two exceptions, it could be months before one of us flips through our phonebooks and realize that we haven't contacted each other in ages.
As I sit here and remember Faruq's laughs, snide comments and fake yawns, I remember too how he let me use his PS2, asked me for wardrobe advice and gave me the last piece of buttered prawn. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, in my life, at least, women seem to come and go. Even though Eleanor was my best friend for the entire duration of high school, I have no clue what she's up to now. And for some reason, I don't really care. Men come into my life, hook on one edge of a bungee cord, and even though they walk off, they're still connected to me. I haven't heard from Shah for almost a year. But for some reason, he matters more. I don't understand why. Yet I'm perfectly content with the congenial arrangements that I have.
So here's a toast, to men. My men.
Eyeboogers: Zadie Smith - The Autograph Man
I have three brothers. Growing up, I donned left-over-right buttoned shirts, played with matchbox cars and Transformers, sported a ridiculously short haircut and my mother, bless her heart, tried her best to counter this by purchasing an all-pink bedroom set (which has since been replaced), forcibly dress me in frilly pink frocks and constantly told me to sit with my legs together and not 'kangkang macam budak laki'. I couldn't help it. I didn't have female influences. My mother doesn't count, she's a good 37 years older than I am. I had no female peers as I searched for my footing in the world. My earliest memory of a friend, is my second cousin Faruq. He's the same age as I am and lives across the causeway, which meant that we could only meet at best twice a year. That didn't stop him from being my best friend. We went through a whole gamut of shite together. I went through a bout of depression, I was abandoned by so-called friends. His father died, he was in and out of hospitals with asthma. We were always there for each other. Always just a call away. We knew that no matter how important whatever it was we were doing, when the other called, it was dropped and shoved into the back burner. The reliance we have on each other is, to some others, frightening. I honestly don't think we can live without each other. It's not as if we communicate every single day of the year, but just the mere thought of someone out there who would do anything for me and vice versa, is the biggest comfort and security I could have. And whenever I reminisce about the times we had, my mind would wander off after a while and think about my other friends. Right now, at this point, I realize how much of an impact men have made in my life. There's my pet brother Shah, who barely calls, but I know loves me dearly. There's Rashdan, the primadonna who would always ask for my opinion before setting forth on a musical or romantic task. There's the boys at taekwondo, Low, Don and Wai Seng, whom if they weren't there during training, I would feel out of place. There's Keith, who I can ransack the CD collection of and he still wouldn't utter a word, at least out loud. And of course there's Farhan, who is possibly the nicest guy in the universe. This doesn't mean that I don't love my girlfriends, I really do, but the difference that I've come to notice is that I have to constantly see my girlfriends. I would have to join in gab sessions of how this person did that and how that person did this. I know they've got my back in any situation, and I sure as hell have got theirs. My guy friends? I barely see them. I've never even met Pa'an. But the bond I feel with them is far stronger than what I have with my girlfriends. It's kind of like... I don't have to remind them I exist, they know I'll always be there whether they like it or not. If I don't meet my girlfriends, with one or two exceptions, it could be months before one of us flips through our phonebooks and realize that we haven't contacted each other in ages.
As I sit here and remember Faruq's laughs, snide comments and fake yawns, I remember too how he let me use his PS2, asked me for wardrobe advice and gave me the last piece of buttered prawn. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, in my life, at least, women seem to come and go. Even though Eleanor was my best friend for the entire duration of high school, I have no clue what she's up to now. And for some reason, I don't really care. Men come into my life, hook on one edge of a bungee cord, and even though they walk off, they're still connected to me. I haven't heard from Shah for almost a year. But for some reason, he matters more. I don't understand why. Yet I'm perfectly content with the congenial arrangements that I have.
So here's a toast, to men. My men.
September 25, 2004
yaGottaWanna, Versi 'Across The Tebrau'
I'm in sunny Singapore at the mo, in Faruq's mom's room, having a whale of time here (Sorry to Pa'an tho, can't get to Wake Me Up Music, my feet are dead from all the walking). I'm just here to say hi, and that for the first time ever HMV has disappointed me. What I really want isn't there (Howie Day, Anthony Stewart Head, Black Keys), what would be handy in my collection is too fucking expensive (Explosions In The Sky, Jason Mraz Live) and what I already have is for sale (Tori Amos' Boys For Pele and Little Earthquakes for $15.95!). I'm off to indulge in a long overdue pack of Ruffles Sour Cream & Cheddar while playing The Sims Bustin' Out on the PS2. Can't get away from them, they're everywhere.
Oh, and mine's way cooler than your's, dude.
Oh, and mine's way cooler than your's, dude.
September 24, 2004
An Entry Texted Hastily Into My Cellphone
It's a surreal feeling. There are monstrous shapes out in the darkness as I peer through the condensation on the windows. I'm freezing in my seat. Bladder capacity is reaching its peak for the gazillionth time tonight. Unknown bands are streaming sounds directly into my ear via a very cool mix CD. My socks don't fit right, then I realize I've got the on wrong. And I'm tingling with glorious anticipation. My best friend, only two hours away.
September 19, 2004
Six Phone Calls And Three Unfinished Projects
Project 1: Shoplot Redesign In Old Town, PJ
Project 2: Shoplot Design In Jalan TAR, KL, with consideration of urban context
Project 3: Research Report on Project 2 for English class
None of them are finished yet. None. Why?
Phone Call 1: Elaine. Asked her whether she was free tomorrow for a quick spin to AmCorp to get The Sims 2. She's not, by the way, because she has movie plans with 'other frrriends'. Sniff.
Phone Call 2: Clara. Asked her whether she was done with the projects. Like me, bits and pieces here and there need to be touched up and I had to teach her how to operate certain commands in AutoCAD. 'I can extrude now!' I know, it sounds wrong to me too.
Phone Call 3: May Leng. Was returning a call, and she asked how to operate certain commands in Photoshop. As one obviously can't teach Photoshop's many little treasures over the phone, I'm to be a temporary tutor tomorrow and teach her how to cut and paste with consideration of image size, resolution and so on so forth.
Phone Call 4: Liyana. Asked her when she was free to return some stuff she left in my car. And yes, the guards might actually try on the eye color things. Disturbing, but you never know.
Phone Call 5: Keith. Had a gorgeously long conversation with him, the first we've had. He's Missa's brother, and I bumped into him at Paul's Place on Friday night. We were discussing the gig, missing his sister, grandiose musical plans and how the girl that falls in love with him has to be patient with his fascination for Bionicles. We also were talking about how each and every man has two sides, the brat (I want I want I want!) and the jerk (who cares what you want?), both of which will never go away and how I could always drop by his place to bum off his CDs. I'm calling him my dealer officially now, so thank you!
Phone Call 6: Farhan. Talked about how I was supremely lazy to do my schoolwork and trading crossed fingers again for each other's exams. Must must must collaborate, and you must come over to my place for buka puasa. Don't know how, since you don't drive, moron, but you must. There is zero public transport this way; bawak Hafeez and something will be arranged.
I'm off now, to not do my work and watch a piece of classic TV history: the very first episode of Friends. Wish me luck for my assessment, people.
Project 2: Shoplot Design In Jalan TAR, KL, with consideration of urban context
Project 3: Research Report on Project 2 for English class
None of them are finished yet. None. Why?
Phone Call 1: Elaine. Asked her whether she was free tomorrow for a quick spin to AmCorp to get The Sims 2. She's not, by the way, because she has movie plans with 'other frrriends'. Sniff.
Phone Call 2: Clara. Asked her whether she was done with the projects. Like me, bits and pieces here and there need to be touched up and I had to teach her how to operate certain commands in AutoCAD. 'I can extrude now!' I know, it sounds wrong to me too.
Phone Call 3: May Leng. Was returning a call, and she asked how to operate certain commands in Photoshop. As one obviously can't teach Photoshop's many little treasures over the phone, I'm to be a temporary tutor tomorrow and teach her how to cut and paste with consideration of image size, resolution and so on so forth.
Phone Call 4: Liyana. Asked her when she was free to return some stuff she left in my car. And yes, the guards might actually try on the eye color things. Disturbing, but you never know.
Phone Call 5: Keith. Had a gorgeously long conversation with him, the first we've had. He's Missa's brother, and I bumped into him at Paul's Place on Friday night. We were discussing the gig, missing his sister, grandiose musical plans and how the girl that falls in love with him has to be patient with his fascination for Bionicles. We also were talking about how each and every man has two sides, the brat (I want I want I want!) and the jerk (who cares what you want?), both of which will never go away and how I could always drop by his place to bum off his CDs. I'm calling him my dealer officially now, so thank you!
Phone Call 6: Farhan. Talked about how I was supremely lazy to do my schoolwork and trading crossed fingers again for each other's exams. Must must must collaborate, and you must come over to my place for buka puasa. Don't know how, since you don't drive, moron, but you must. There is zero public transport this way; bawak Hafeez and something will be arranged.
I'm off now, to not do my work and watch a piece of classic TV history: the very first episode of Friends. Wish me luck for my assessment, people.
September 18, 2004
In A Little Town Called Batu Pahat
Earwax: Downloaded tunes from Pitchfork
Less than 12 hours later, here I am in my grandma's charming corner house, breathing in fresh Johor air punctuated with wisps of my mother's cigarette smoke. I brought my work down south as my assessment got postponed yet again to Monday, a lovely coincidental stroke of luck. So I'm sitting on the floor of the living room taking a break, listening to a menagerie of sounds: Call Response's 'Trapped Ice' in my left ear, Rashid Salleh's Melayu pelat on Ria, my embah's many rants and my cousin Zura's rebukes.
Mom: Dengar tu Zura! Adik awak dah ada boyfriend!
Zura: Biarla dia.. Girl tak kesah kalau dia langkah bendul pun. (We call her Girl, long story)
Embah: Bila Zura nak kahwin? Takde bendul yang nak dilangkah!
And so the afternoon continues. I love this house.
p/s - Sorry Aidil for not being able to make it tonight! Really wish I could, but I can't drive back to KL myself. Good luck for Take Care Of Your Pet!
Less than 12 hours later, here I am in my grandma's charming corner house, breathing in fresh Johor air punctuated with wisps of my mother's cigarette smoke. I brought my work down south as my assessment got postponed yet again to Monday, a lovely coincidental stroke of luck. So I'm sitting on the floor of the living room taking a break, listening to a menagerie of sounds: Call Response's 'Trapped Ice' in my left ear, Rashid Salleh's Melayu pelat on Ria, my embah's many rants and my cousin Zura's rebukes.
Mom: Dengar tu Zura! Adik awak dah ada boyfriend!
Zura: Biarla dia.. Girl tak kesah kalau dia langkah bendul pun. (We call her Girl, long story)
Embah: Bila Zura nak kahwin? Takde bendul yang nak dilangkah!
And so the afternoon continues. I love this house.
p/s - Sorry Aidil for not being able to make it tonight! Really wish I could, but I can't drive back to KL myself. Good luck for Take Care Of Your Pet!
Longdrawn: Music For Elevators
Earwax: Ringing silence
Check out the timestamp below. Go on, look. I got home twenty minutes ago. That's right. I got home at two a.m. Never before in my 19 years of life. Not to rub it in your face my dear, but it was by far the best gig I had ever been to. Rubbish On The Radio about a month ago? That was *pbth* compared to tonight. My back was killing me, my ass had died, yet I persevered and managed to squeeze an extra-extra late curfew to listen to the best local music I've heard ever, bar none. The highlights? Free Love, KLPHQ and The Observatory. I've lauded about Free Love before and I'll do it again. They are good. Shut Jay up, he can't sing even if his life depended on it, but this band has amazing chemistry and intuition rarely heard in many bands. You could see Jay, the drummer and the lead guitar panting as they ripped through their set. Showmanship: 7 points. Music: 8 points. Vocals.. in the words of Adi, 'what the fuck'? But the EP's RM5, so all is forgiven. The best band by far in my opinion was KLPHQ, or Kuala Lumpur Post Harmonic Quartet. Lush instrumental noise, sprinkled liberally with gorgeous riffs and fabulous effects courtesy of a very primately cute effects man whom I have to reconfirm the name of (yes, Aidil, I admit they're cute). They played only three songs, but my God, it's only making me crave tremendously for more. The Observatory, the apparent highlight of the night, was last, and they were supremely talented. I really liked them, but I must say that I far preferred KLPHQ. It was the first time I heard The Observatory's music, and even though it was really quite excellent, it sounded to me like they were trying a little too hard. Like Radiohead on Hail To The Thief, we know they're geniuses, no need to prove it so much la yah? The great thing about KLPHQ is that their music... teases you somewhat. It was beautiful, but not too much, leaving you wanting more and more. Like cliffhangers is great TV shows like Six Feet Under. Each episode is perfect on its own, but you want to know what's going to happen next so very much. Plus it really didn't hurt that a member of The Butterfingers was in the band too. I left with Hafeez towards the tail end of The Observatory's set, as Danial, Adi and Li needed to go, but not before reminding Faiz that my name is Alia and not Fara (no less than 5 times he called me that, the little twit). So here I am, satiated with sounds and new friends, and knowing perfectly well that I'm always going to hunger for more. I guess I'll never shake the minah rocker image, Anwar.
In other news, Hana, Jay's girlfriend, seems to be getting suspicious of me. Perasan or not, it's kinda scary.
Check out the timestamp below. Go on, look. I got home twenty minutes ago. That's right. I got home at two a.m. Never before in my 19 years of life. Not to rub it in your face my dear, but it was by far the best gig I had ever been to. Rubbish On The Radio about a month ago? That was *pbth* compared to tonight. My back was killing me, my ass had died, yet I persevered and managed to squeeze an extra-extra late curfew to listen to the best local music I've heard ever, bar none. The highlights? Free Love, KLPHQ and The Observatory. I've lauded about Free Love before and I'll do it again. They are good. Shut Jay up, he can't sing even if his life depended on it, but this band has amazing chemistry and intuition rarely heard in many bands. You could see Jay, the drummer and the lead guitar panting as they ripped through their set. Showmanship: 7 points. Music: 8 points. Vocals.. in the words of Adi, 'what the fuck'? But the EP's RM5, so all is forgiven. The best band by far in my opinion was KLPHQ, or Kuala Lumpur Post Harmonic Quartet. Lush instrumental noise, sprinkled liberally with gorgeous riffs and fabulous effects courtesy of a very primately cute effects man whom I have to reconfirm the name of (yes, Aidil, I admit they're cute). They played only three songs, but my God, it's only making me crave tremendously for more. The Observatory, the apparent highlight of the night, was last, and they were supremely talented. I really liked them, but I must say that I far preferred KLPHQ. It was the first time I heard The Observatory's music, and even though it was really quite excellent, it sounded to me like they were trying a little too hard. Like Radiohead on Hail To The Thief, we know they're geniuses, no need to prove it so much la yah? The great thing about KLPHQ is that their music... teases you somewhat. It was beautiful, but not too much, leaving you wanting more and more. Like cliffhangers is great TV shows like Six Feet Under. Each episode is perfect on its own, but you want to know what's going to happen next so very much. Plus it really didn't hurt that a member of The Butterfingers was in the band too. I left with Hafeez towards the tail end of The Observatory's set, as Danial, Adi and Li needed to go, but not before reminding Faiz that my name is Alia and not Fara (no less than 5 times he called me that, the little twit). So here I am, satiated with sounds and new friends, and knowing perfectly well that I'm always going to hunger for more. I guess I'll never shake the minah rocker image, Anwar.
In other news, Hana, Jay's girlfriend, seems to be getting suspicious of me. Perasan or not, it's kinda scary.
September 15, 2004
Eureka
Earwax: Endless loops of various Death Cab tunes
I have found it. After so long, I have finally, finally found it. While tossing in bed one too many times, wondering how the flying fuck I was going to be inspired again. To write, to draw, to play. I've been in a huge creative slump of late and I've been trying my best to get out of it. And then it came to me. My muse. In the form of a man, whose name I shall not mention. One whom I have never communicated with, not even a word. He doesn't know of my existence, unless his girlfriend, my friend, has mentioned me. I've only seen photos, heard stories. But this man, this beautiful piece of human life, has began to help form thoughts and ideas and melodies I couldn't before. Whenever I'm stuck and can't figure out what to do next, his name and his face flash through my mind and suddenly the answers come. I have no idea what it is about him. His smile, his eyes, his glorious mess of hair are all burned permanently into my memory. I know he'll never read this. I don't know whether I'll ever meet him, get to thank him for what he has done, what he is doing. I don't know whether I even want to meet him. I'd be dumbstruck probably. I wouldn't know what to do, what to say, what to think. He has done me an amazing favor of such a huge magnitude and he might never even know my name. But for now, I thank him deeply for being able to inspire me to work again.
I have found it. After so long, I have finally, finally found it. While tossing in bed one too many times, wondering how the flying fuck I was going to be inspired again. To write, to draw, to play. I've been in a huge creative slump of late and I've been trying my best to get out of it. And then it came to me. My muse. In the form of a man, whose name I shall not mention. One whom I have never communicated with, not even a word. He doesn't know of my existence, unless his girlfriend, my friend, has mentioned me. I've only seen photos, heard stories. But this man, this beautiful piece of human life, has began to help form thoughts and ideas and melodies I couldn't before. Whenever I'm stuck and can't figure out what to do next, his name and his face flash through my mind and suddenly the answers come. I have no idea what it is about him. His smile, his eyes, his glorious mess of hair are all burned permanently into my memory. I know he'll never read this. I don't know whether I'll ever meet him, get to thank him for what he has done, what he is doing. I don't know whether I even want to meet him. I'd be dumbstruck probably. I wouldn't know what to do, what to say, what to think. He has done me an amazing favor of such a huge magnitude and he might never even know my name. But for now, I thank him deeply for being able to inspire me to work again.
September 14, 2004
And Again
I'm sorry for the mad rush of short posts, but I'm finding all this bits and pieces of things to say all over the net while doing my research (the network's back up, pfew). A teensy announcement of sorts will ensue:
Would anyone like to go to Singapore on the 22nd of September (Wed) , returning on 26th of September (Sun) with me? The bus ride will be all paid for, accomodation's at my aunt's place, food can be arranged, so as long as you've got about S$50 in your pocket and don't plan to shop at Takashimaya everyday, you'll get by fine. I'm going, but my bro wants someone to go with me since some recessive protective gene suddenly emerged in his DNA.
Reply to this the soonest possible.
Would anyone like to go to Singapore on the 22nd of September (Wed) , returning on 26th of September (Sun) with me? The bus ride will be all paid for, accomodation's at my aunt's place, food can be arranged, so as long as you've got about S$50 in your pocket and don't plan to shop at Takashimaya everyday, you'll get by fine. I'm going, but my bro wants someone to go with me since some recessive protective gene suddenly emerged in his DNA.
Reply to this the soonest possible.
Well, I Never..
Jessica Rabbit
Who 's Your Inner Sexy Cartoon Chick ?
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Heh. I've always loved Roger Rabbit.
I Need To Punch Something
So the story of the cat that got stuck in the washing machine for an hour is circulating around my house. You know what my mom's wondering? Whether the fur of the cat got stuck on the laundry while in the wash.
I've been stomping around the house in a horrendously horrible mood for days and my oh-so-fucking-precious-brother-that-should-have-his-own-statue-gilded-in-gold comes home one night with a sulk and my mom asks me whether I know if anything's wrong with dear Ezzat. Oh, sorry, Abang Ezzat.
I need to punch someone.
I've been stomping around the house in a horrendously horrible mood for days and my oh-so-fucking-precious-brother-that-should-have-his-own-statue-gilded-in-gold comes home one night with a sulk and my mom asks me whether I know if anything's wrong with dear Ezzat. Oh, sorry, Abang Ezzat.
I need to punch someone.
September 12, 2004
Futile
I wish there was more time to finish my assignments.
I wish I had the money to buy a Lomo camera or three.
I wish that the world wasn't so fucked.
But right now, I wish Missa didn't have to go.
I wish I had the money to buy a Lomo camera or three.
I wish that the world wasn't so fucked.
But right now, I wish Missa didn't have to go.
September 08, 2004
Kebosanan
10 OF YOUR SPECIAL FRIENDS (this sounds dubious, but whatever)
- in absolutely random order
1. Faruq
2. Melissa
3. Danny
4. Maryam
5. Vanessa
6. Liyana
7. Elaine
8. Nurul
9. Farhan
10. May
9 IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR BAG
1. Notebook, not that I note anything down
2. Sketchbook, not that I sketch anything
3. Wallet
4. House keys
5. Car keys
6. Emergency pads (it's getting to be that time)
7. Wrigley's
8. Earphones for my laptop
9. Tissue papers
8 OF YOUR FAVOURITE FOODS
1. Mee Siam! had it yesterday, can't help it
2. Lasagna
3. Korean Ramen
4. Pizza, pizza, pizza
5. My own tom yam nasi goreng
6. Doritos, the food of Gods
7. The gourmet pie at Secret Recipe
8. Any TGIF appetizer
7 FAVORITE MOVIES
1. Ocean's Eleven
2. Romeo & Juliet, the Baz Luhrmann version
3. Donnie Darko
4. The Matrix (only the first one, mind you)
5. LOTR The Two Towers (because the overlong battle scenes were gorgeous)
6. Chicken Rice War. Seriously. Good food and Pierre Png. Can't go wrong.
7. The Lion King (I cried when Mufasa died)
6 QUALITIES YOU'RE LOOKING IN A GUY
1. Passioniate
2. Has compassion
3. A take-charge but let-go attitude
4. Good with kids, not that I immediately plan baby names the minute I meet a guy.
5. Confident, but not overly so
6. Gorgeously attractive, to me at least
5 QUALITIES YOU DON'T LIKE IN A GUY
1. Please let him not be vain (has to care a weensy bit about his looks at least)
2. Zero hygiene
3. Dishonesty
4. Clingy
5. Hurtful
4 QUALITIES YOU HAVE
1. I care, I care a lot about the people I'm with.
2. Bubble-burstin' fun
3. Apparently a good kisser ;)
4. Full of passion, of many varieties
3 PEOPLE YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT
1. Faruq
2. Hate to admit it, but my big brother Abang
3. Danny
2 IDEAL GIFTS YOU WANT TO RECEIVE
1. An inexhaustible pot of gold
2. A hot celebrity chef
1 PERSON YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
1. Toughie, this. But if only one person, I'd pick Faruq. In the most platonic sense of the question.
- in absolutely random order
1. Faruq
2. Melissa
3. Danny
4. Maryam
5. Vanessa
6. Liyana
7. Elaine
8. Nurul
9. Farhan
10. May
9 IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR BAG
1. Notebook, not that I note anything down
2. Sketchbook, not that I sketch anything
3. Wallet
4. House keys
5. Car keys
6. Emergency pads (it's getting to be that time)
7. Wrigley's
8. Earphones for my laptop
9. Tissue papers
8 OF YOUR FAVOURITE FOODS
1. Mee Siam! had it yesterday, can't help it
2. Lasagna
3. Korean Ramen
4. Pizza, pizza, pizza
5. My own tom yam nasi goreng
6. Doritos, the food of Gods
7. The gourmet pie at Secret Recipe
8. Any TGIF appetizer
7 FAVORITE MOVIES
1. Ocean's Eleven
2. Romeo & Juliet, the Baz Luhrmann version
3. Donnie Darko
4. The Matrix (only the first one, mind you)
5. LOTR The Two Towers (because the overlong battle scenes were gorgeous)
6. Chicken Rice War. Seriously. Good food and Pierre Png. Can't go wrong.
7. The Lion King (I cried when Mufasa died)
6 QUALITIES YOU'RE LOOKING IN A GUY
1. Passioniate
2. Has compassion
3. A take-charge but let-go attitude
4. Good with kids, not that I immediately plan baby names the minute I meet a guy.
5. Confident, but not overly so
6. Gorgeously attractive, to me at least
5 QUALITIES YOU DON'T LIKE IN A GUY
1. Please let him not be vain (has to care a weensy bit about his looks at least)
2. Zero hygiene
3. Dishonesty
4. Clingy
5. Hurtful
4 QUALITIES YOU HAVE
1. I care, I care a lot about the people I'm with.
2. Bubble-burstin' fun
3. Apparently a good kisser ;)
4. Full of passion, of many varieties
3 PEOPLE YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT
1. Faruq
2. Hate to admit it, but my big brother Abang
3. Danny
2 IDEAL GIFTS YOU WANT TO RECEIVE
1. An inexhaustible pot of gold
2. A hot celebrity chef
1 PERSON YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
1. Toughie, this. But if only one person, I'd pick Faruq. In the most platonic sense of the question.
September 06, 2004
Pleh
Earwax: Reshmonu's 'It's You That Matters'
Bouts of silence peppered with sporadic nonsense will ensue after this entry, as I have major catching up with schoolwork to do and a couple of friends are leaving pretty soon, one to Manchester and one to Seattle. Assessment's in a little more than a week, and I've got two projects, a research report, two exams and a presentation board to prepare and put together thanks to my procrastination and drifting attention span. So I bid adieu for the time being, and will keep dropping by here and here and here to say hi. Plus I'm on Friendster (horreur!) so catch me there.
In other news, once I get a Lomo (or two, heheh), I'm setting up a photolog. And now that I have Adobe Photoshop CS I can make this whole setup a whole lot prettier. And I might set up a alternate blog while keeping this one at the same time; I have an idea formulating for something different. And possibly really really revive Owen's dead blog, he's been surpressed for quite a while; been in Russia with his grandmother. Major revamping of lifestyle is also currently underway for myself. But then again, what am I doing planning? I'm outta here.
Asta. I'll be back.
Bouts of silence peppered with sporadic nonsense will ensue after this entry, as I have major catching up with schoolwork to do and a couple of friends are leaving pretty soon, one to Manchester and one to Seattle. Assessment's in a little more than a week, and I've got two projects, a research report, two exams and a presentation board to prepare and put together thanks to my procrastination and drifting attention span. So I bid adieu for the time being, and will keep dropping by here and here and here to say hi. Plus I'm on Friendster (horreur!) so catch me there.
In other news, once I get a Lomo (or two, heheh), I'm setting up a photolog. And now that I have Adobe Photoshop CS I can make this whole setup a whole lot prettier. And I might set up a alternate blog while keeping this one at the same time; I have an idea formulating for something different. And possibly really really revive Owen's dead blog, he's been surpressed for quite a while; been in Russia with his grandmother. Major revamping of lifestyle is also currently underway for myself. But then again, what am I doing planning? I'm outta here.
Asta. I'll be back.
September 03, 2004
Never Thought I Would, But..
I have let go of my CD list. Really. I've given up on making lists upon lists of CDs upon CDs. I'm just gonna buy whatever's good that I stumble upon if I have the money, and be happy with it. I'm not saying I'm not gonna be a CD hound anymore, God no. I'm still gonna crave music like a drug. But I'm just not gonna... plan these things anymore. I've recently discovered that though planning is amazingly fun, it doesn't get you anywhere unless you actually do it. And it won't neccessarily happen, so I figure why bother anymore? I'm wasting my time making lists anyway.
Oh and also because I'm saving up for Lomo cameras and a record player. Heehee.
Oh and also because I'm saving up for Lomo cameras and a record player. Heehee.
September 02, 2004
The Wiles Of A Woman
While hanging out at Maxwell Towers earlier, Vanessa informed me of a bet that she and Anwar had going since last night. If she doesn't smoke for a month, he's to pay her RM50 and if she so happens to break down and take a puff, she'll have to pay for a house pouring of brandy for him. So while driving home, I was thinking about how terribly unfair it was that Vanessa was 'fasting' and Anwar was still on the Dunhills (an acquired taste for yours truly the snogging partner) thus I devised a bet of my own with Anwar. If he doesn't smoke at all for a month, a treat for him will be in store. I won't disclose the full details, let's just say it includes blindfolding (Thanks Li!). If he breaks, well, simply, no treat, and him possibly donning woman's clothing in public. He agreed to it, the horny bastard, and now even Jam is quitting along with him, but with the aide of nicotine patches (Big men have no willpower, I've noticed). So three people have quit smoking, albeit for a month, thanks to a bet that was made because Anwar thought that Vanessa couldn't do it anyway. Two bets, with relatively moderate stakes, but a pretty much win-win situation all around.
Men, tell me what you want done to you while blindfolded. Be graphic, be kinky, we're all adults here. All suggestions welcome via the comments or my email. I've got a month to plan this, and I trust Anwar's wild curiosity to hold him til the end.
I've never wanted to lose a bet in my life. Ich heisse super fantastiche indeed!
Men, tell me what you want done to you while blindfolded. Be graphic, be kinky, we're all adults here. All suggestions welcome via the comments or my email. I've got a month to plan this, and I trust Anwar's wild curiosity to hold him til the end.
I've never wanted to lose a bet in my life. Ich heisse super fantastiche indeed!
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