Ku anyam seluruh raga ku.....

I seem to be counting my last days here. I'm clueless about it. I'm enjoying almost everything. That's so not me. Maybe I'm just being scizophrenic. Maybe not. Only time will tell. Hoho. I'm now starting to feel sluggish since the workload is now quite immense. The time frame is not in my favor. So I guess I'll just have to cut down my time on stasucker & the wide-white band and focus more on my diploma. Maybe place it on a temporary hiatus. I know... It's not easy. The ideas just keep on flowing! I'm happy that I'm able to skip breakfast and stay focused during the morning classes. Two days and counting. We'll see how low can I go. Today has been quite exhausting. I need to focus extra hard on LAW. It's so like History which is and never was my strong suit. The terms are killing me! So is Pn. Ros. My name sedap sangat ke? Haiyoo.. HAIT!! Stop whining Farhan! Stop it, stupid!! Fuhh.. I received a text from Athea saying that she won't be needing the AIS text no more. She's off to UNITEN. Foundation in Business Studies. Good luck! The Family Day meeting was a very pasar malam affair. I was amused at first. But later on it turned out to be monotonously obnoxious. Pity them. Grow up la guys. Bob, you have my full support. I pledge my allegance to you. Hopefully the event will be something memorable. Be it good or bad. I don't care. So I gave Fuzzy the DVD's. Oh yeah! I did walked her to her block after her 4 o'clock class. Hoho. Saya budak baik. Anak-anak dara pakcik dan makcik selamat dengan saya. Saya tak makan budak. Saya makan nasi. As of this moment, she's beside me begging me to publish this quickly so she could read it this instant. Hoho.

Bunda~...senyum riang.....Menerima~.........bahtera merdeka.......

I do get a lot of free times these days. Usually spent here in the comp. lab. But this is only the start of the semester. So I'll enjoy it while it still lasts. Last weekend was kinda groovy. Went out to Ipoh with Adam, Zhaf & Pa'e. Adam & Zhaf bought themselves the BEL book for RM4 instead of the farking RM12.50. Lucky bastards. I bought myself two books. Two very old books. Bunga Rampai Melayu Kuno and Hikayat Awang *something* Merah Muda. All for RM5. Cheap, cheap, cheap! Those two have been an interestinng read so far. So we went online in IMAX. The place is quite wicked. We booked 2 PC's but I reckon the 'station' given to us is for couples. Not waffles like us. Hoho. So basically that's it. Oh and our 'shamefull ride'(as Afiq would claim it to be) from Parade to Medan Kidd. That was fun and funny. Ah, about the feedbacks on my Ibunda-Pop debut. The boys love it a lot. But what made me thankful to God was the fact that the girls loved it too! (at least those who have heard it) I'm now feeling motivated in doing almost everything. Motivated and committed. Cihh!! I'm sure the boys back home will be happy for this. They know what I've 'been through' to be where I am now. Now we no longer have to squirm into the room of others since we now have a 'TV set'; of our own. Razi bought the antenna yesterday. Although we only have TV1, 2, and 3, it's more than enough. Alhamdulillah. Fuzzy asked me out to Uptown that evening. She's feeling shit about a matter with Shorty. We talked stuffs as usual. and somehow I brought up my 'English-Indian-laden' past when I was in Alor Star and that sent her to tears. I can't help it but to join her, drowning in her laughter as well. Hoho. It's hillarious perhaps. She also let out a scary, spooky fact. I'm WELL KNOWN to others. I'm INFLUENTIAL. Grr.. It gave me the creeps. How can I fit such words when I'm always in an insecured state? We are sad people are'nt we Fuzzy? I guess it's true after all. Well that shows that people like sad personalities that acts cheerful outside. So AFUNDI Pa'an & Mimi. Ngahahahaha.

Mentari pagi hari menyinari kendi dan malam ku kian sepi...Tanpamu, disisi....

Huh.. This would be my 1st weekend in Bote after the long break. I went home last week. And somehow I don't feel welcomed. Pathetic is'nt it? Well, that's what my life has been so far. Being back in Bote has somehow caused a little confidence boost in me. Perhaps this was my 2nd year and I felt more established. Everyone's generally in a good mood to start cracking their heads with assignments and tests again. Nice. I was appointed as rep for BEL. Again. For the 2nd consecutive time. Also got a headstart in BEL class for the applause I received for my 'intro-presentation'. "I'd like to say that I am very much like a tinted, glass jar.." Sheesh. Cheesy nye. I wonder what would Fuzzy choose as an object of similarity. We share the same lecturer for almost all classes. Hoho. Scarry ain't it? Oh, when I returned from KL on Sunday she gave me a full-fleged nasi kerabu. Super complete. with keropok and all. Very yummy. I even tak makan KFC at dining just so that I can enjoy her nasi kerabu. Wow. Lazat skali. The boys ransacked the keropoks and left me nothing. Sob, sob. A few days later I returned the containers with the 'package' in it. So we had tea in uptown. My treat. Eyh Fuzzy! You were suppose to blanja me 1st la. Not the other way around. Ngahahaha. Having tea with her and talking with in person was nothing different from our frequent chat-nonsense-crapping session online. The only difference is that I'm listening to her rather than reading her thoughts. I found it funny that we were interrupted a couple of times by her Shorty. Ya la.. Funny. Hoho. Prior to giving her the 'package', I recorded "Panggilan Rindu (Dan Awan Pun Menangis...)". So it was in the 'package'. I have'nt received a full feedback from her yet but surprisingly, that night after our evening tea, it seems that Adam and Zhaf were 'evesdropping' Panggilan Rindu. And to my shocking surprise, not only those two, but the whole 'Mantap' crew like it! Adam even asked me to teach the chord progressions and the vocal deliveries. And now they listen to the recorded version almost everyday. Alhamdulillah. I'm very thankful that my effort is somehow appreciated in such a way. When we were in Part 1, generally everyone responded positively to 'Schizophrenia'. Funny that me, Afiq and Syahir worked effortlesly on that song. Who knows it turned out to be the saddest song ever written collectively to date? We even thought of performing that song for the annual dinner. But it did'nt happen. We somehow felt ripped off by the OC. And now with my newfound inspiration, I hope our lives here in Bote will always be memorable. In a good way of course. By the way, I'm working on another Malay piece. A brand new. Not from the 'triplet'. It's tentatively titled "Cempulan" (anybody knows what it means?). With lines such as; Alaslah segala alasan perasan perasaan mu itu, berat bibir ku untuk ku bertutur luhur di kala kau berlibur. Pernah dahulu kau endahkan aku tersedu diriku mencari hala tuju, habis selapis dilukis ceritera magis penyudah sebuah kisah tragis, I have somewhat high hopes for this one. Yeah! My video and mp3 collection has expanded massively thanks to Afiq, Amir, Faiz, Razi and Reza! Yay!!!

Welcome me back Bote

So this is my last time logging online in London. Going home soon. Seriously, if I were to come here again I'll spend more time in Mawar's. It seems that cute 'aweks' always makan kat sana. When I say cute, memang cute tahap Teletubbies la! Hoho. Selamat Tinggal Orang-Orang Kapur!

Charming Innit? Bloody Bullshit! (Haha. No, I'm fine)

This charm I wouldn’t spare…..
Not for those who won’t care in pair….

Were you the primest of all primate,
Wouldn’t that be religiously splendid,
Shattered fragments of our past.

Is it true that virgins are suicidal ?

It pays to be innocent,
In a world full of regretness to be forgiven,

Just too tired from twisting my bended thoughts,
Am I losing my reason to lose,
How could that possibly took place when I’m lost.

Rooty

After giving much thought about it, all of my written banterings and emotional scribblings are often fictional. But autobiographical as well in certain aspects. Maybe often being blown out of poportion. Deeply exagerrated. Including this Malay piece. Part fiction, part fact, part nonsense and part irony. In a nutshell, it's a monster.

Terang Saja...

Tdak aku tahu akan kenapa aku di ilhamkan sedemikian rupa….Terang-terangan saja aku ini suatu soalan yang ketiadaan jawabnya…..Sudah tentu ada sahaja insan yang lebih bermakna daripada apa sahaja yang pernah aku lalui……Inikan semuanya satu penantian yang tak terucap akan penghentiannya……Terima sahajalah seadanya….Jangan lagi di runguti akan ungkapan-ungkapan yang di bazirkan ke atas diri kita ini….Sesungguhnya aku tidak mampu lagi untuk menyesali akan segala kesalan yang bakal menanti di lain hari…..Inikah yang kau pinta…? Tiada masa untuk aku bercanda ria akan kemungkinan esok hari….Bilakah akan bulan ini mencapai kemuncak akhirnya…? Tersia-siakan pula segala maksud hitungan yang di warisi…… Perlukah aku menjadi suatu pentas lantas menjadi saksi akan kejadian indah nan menginsafkan hingga aku melupakan akan ketiadaan jiwa di dalam diri aku.....Jiwa ini yang telah hilang akan arah tuju menjadi urutan kepada peristiwa masa lalu..........Telah mengingatkan aku......Aku perlu menemukanmu.........Agar terungkai sudah apa yang telah lama terbuku.........Di situ jua lah akan ku temui..... Satu pertanyaan yang dilupakan sementara oleh persoalan........Tidak wujudnya jawapan tanpa pertanyaan dan persoalan.......Wujudnya jawapan hanya akan menambah lagi bebanan yang ditanggung......Beranak-pinak lah akan pertanyaan dan persoalan..............Berduka sayulah akan semua insan yang termanggu-manggu......Semakin lamalah juga akan tempoh penantian aku.................Tunggu..........Tunggu aku bilang.......Bilanglah sampai kau tidak termampu lagi.....Mampukah kau menjadi penunggu..........Jadilah penunggu setia yang mampu membilang hari-hari nyata yang mendatang..........Terumbang-ambing kini aku masih lagi cergas dalam menunaikan ketetapan yang telah di tetapkan.......Agar tidak lagi aku membiarkan lagi satu lagi ketidak sudahan.......Tidak lagi menimbulkan tanda tanya......Tidak lagi mencetus bala......Tidak lagi tertanya-tanya akan semuanya.......Perlahan-lahan aku rasakan akan kehilangan sentuhan azimat.......Semakin hilang punca kehinaan.......Tidak.......Aku tidak akan mengeluh........Cukup sudah aku berpeluh..........Teringin pula aku menjadi seperti dia.......Tidak menghiraukan apa saja yang tiba.....Bukannya menjadi seorang yang tidak di hiraukan........Tidak terhurai........Tidak terurai........Tidak di rai..........Maka terjadilah lima punca kenapa aku di soal sedemikian rupa.........Akan aku nantikan hari ulung itu nanti.......Selesaikan sahaja apa yang tersirat..........Demikian jugalah atas segala kesyahduan yang diterbitkan dari keindahan yang tak terjangkau batasnya........Keayuan yang tercipta atas dasar simpati itu tidak lagi menjadi penawar akan kesayuan ini............Sayup......Semakin sayup kedengaran suara-suara kejujuran.........Betapa aku dambakan suasana hiruk pikuk tempat gugurnya batu sebagai hujan........Biarkan ia menjadi satu penantian tanpa henti agar dapat menjadi bara semangat yang tak akan luput tatkala di landa taufan kebesaran Tuhan.......Insya’Allah........

This is it

This one. It's defenitely for Ibu. I never was directly angry at her. Indirectly too. This is one of my many piece protesting 'obediently' against her actions or decisions. She always says that among the 3 of us, I'm the most obedient. But I'm no goody-two shoes. Forgive me...


Yesterday, Today, Someday

What’s with the sudden sugar-coated rush ?,
Don’t you know it’s enough to kill me ?,
How will you be missed when you won’t go,
I’m stuck at the rear end permanently…
Can’t we just slow things down in this fast lane of ours ?,
It’s fairly enough for me to catch and cope,
How am I suppose to perform your desired best,
You’ve snapped me away from my hardened crest…

Won’t you go away,
And come back another day ?,
I’m in the middle of some thing here,
With all due respect,
I suppose………………

Brought you some of my cherished faked-face flake,
As long as I’m in denial I would not survive your revival…

Any takers?

I'm not sure who is this for. But I was again alone. But not lonely. I never was lonely. I can't ever be. For everywhere I am, there's always a familiar face.

Silent Denial

So this is it,
Another life-altering turning point,
Have we settled everything ?,
I think I’ve been floating too long that now I’m afraid to come back down.

Draw me a quiet place,
Laces of white can’t keep me from a screaming positivity,
Come let us trade our collective souls twice for an equality of fairness.

Let’s settle down restlessly for a change,
Would you like this to end instantly slow ?,
Within my open palms is yours to receive,
Don’t back out now; give us a certain moment…

You’ve reminded me to remember everything about you,
How can I simply forget all the simple neglections,
If there’s one thing you could do before you cease,
Tell anyone that you’ve once seen me in an unwanted peace.

Chasing Ghosts

This one is written to a certain someone back in '02. It was the final ode. The rest is history (although there never was any. My imagination is my bedtime storyteller)

May God Display The 12th Of Sunday

Freddie died yesterday on the 13th of Friday,
Burnt out totally as it seems,
Cheer up for the absentees of morning mourners,
It’s just a waste of good stolen goods.

Will you be able to be stable?

I am to please every desire that you crave for,
Also lacking the things I lack cutting slackers some slack,
Perfectionism never did succeed converting me,
I am merely an ordinary human imitating Gary Numan.

Will you be there to cast a stare?

Are you seriously counting patiently to the next Sunday? ,
I’ll be the first to greet you with a delayed double treat,
If only I was as lonely as your beloved Uncle Wesley,
Then I will sarcastically cry for the beefy sympathy.

Will I be desperately over rated ?

Fogive me...

So now I'm not going to write about my daily exploits in life. I've decided to let it all out. All my past conflicts, all those tearful struggles. Call me a sell-out for doing this. I can't be bothered. Maybe I'm not ready to be brutally honest. But it has to start somewhere, someday, somehow. It is here, now, and by doing these blogs. It may shred me piece by piece but I hope it's the best 'investment' I've ever partake in. So here goes. Let those tailored tragedy heartbreaks in...

Kidney Garden

Can’t I just wait ‘till tomorrow,
I knew I saw that one coming,
I guess forever just wasn’t enough,
It seems alright with your fraud thought though……

This is just another reminiscent of myself,
Clinging onto anything that’s willing to,
Will this endless endeavor end soon enough ?
How redundant of me to claim so…

That kidney garden is kidding me…
Again and again as you can see…
Hope you’re pleased that you’ve once kept an ever delaying promise…

Take a permanent break and do us a small favor,
Then only can you accuse me of being sour,
Wasn’t that tailored tragedy sweet enough ?,
Why weren’t you happy and start a slumber party laugh ?

This is our last goodbye...

My trip to Abbey Road had to be placed on a temporary halt. Ibu apparently lost her travel pass. She went to Harrods today with mine. So basically I am left babysitting those two 'dong dengs' again. We had leftover bolognese for lunch. I went out earlier to get some breads. The weather is quite Malaysian today. As high as 27 deg. celcius. I bet those two are dozing off for the afternoon right now. There's nothing worth staying up for on tv. Well, something happened. I believe that I'm now on the verge of completing my first ever Malay song, "Panggilan Rindu (Dan Awan Pun Menangis...)". I reckon that my brand of Malay music will soon be dubb as 'Ibunda-Pop' (oh no. I'm playing music journalist again) I had doubts about writing this song before because it seems to be clashing with my 'originality' ethics. But then again, fuck that. Good music is good music. An inspiration also struck me when I was in the shower. It's something for "See Die Un". It may tickle the unprovoked sense of my fellow peers for the 'production technique' that I have come up with. But sadly though, nothing groundbreaking. Typical ambitious me. Sometimes I hate being that but I feel that is when I felt most comfortable with myself. Being musically original is nearly unthinkable nowadays but what is best to do in times like these is to improvise. A lot. "See Die Un" when complete is hopefully to leave some significant mark in those who pay attention to it. It's definitely a benchmark for me to move on. That song found its foundation in Bote. So does a whole bunch of intimate riffs that has been played over and over again on my friends request. Ingat aku jukebox aper? Haha. But sadly "Schizophrenia" is still uncompleted. I reckon it to be my best ever collaboration next to the stuffs I did with Hafeez. Syahir has potentials. He still needs a lot of help though. But I seriously did'nt expect that my added twist to Syahir's straighforward-angsty-bantering and Afiq's simple, down-to-earth riffage would be accepted. Especially the intro and bassline that I wrote overnight. But I'm really pleased with Apai's contribution. Very complimenting and melodic. Haih. Let's just cross our bended fingers yeah? Enough whining. I'm very happy for Mimi. Yes Fuzzy Wiggie. You are in LOVE! Yay! Admit it! Haha. Well, she's experiencing it. I on the other hand, are always chanting about it. Endlessly... I am a sucker for romance I guess. Oh, feminin nyer diriku...

Don't Dream It's Over.....

Hoho. Hoho. Hoho. I told Ibu that I'm never here on a vacation. I'm here to 'work'. Surprisingly, she could'nt agree more. Supported by the fact that I'm practically always on the internet, always bustling the streets of Oxford to HMV for research, always on my lappie doing stuufs, etc. etc. This issue was brought up because of my refusal to tag along with the family for sightseeing. I'm not here to see sights. Apart from that excuse, being here has been very 'domestic'. I don't even know how that would relevently imply but I just feel it. I don't feel that my presence here justifies me as a tourist. I have come to the point that I'm not visiting. I'm 'blending' in. I guess this is the sort of 'vibe' that I've been wanting to experience. The subtle-melancholic-mediocre vibe. Nothing extrodinary but it is;often in my opinion, scary. So yesterday we took the subway train for the first time. I'm a bit dissapointed and glad. Dissapointed that it's not as sophisticated as I've expected, glad because to the fact that Malaysia's PUTRA,STAR n Komuter is way better! Hoho. We went to Sherlock Holmes's Museum (the souvenir shop actually) and the wax museum. The museum was ok. I enjoyed it. Took a couple of good snaps with Bush, Blair, Beyonce, Hugh and Sven Goran. I went home alone on bus. The rest on foot. Maybe I am being a selfish bastard. I don't care. Not at that moment. I've been spending my time reading my brand new book. The A to X of Alternative Music. I'm really loving it. The book's alumnus is so far astonishing and very inspiring. The author said it best, "This is not about great music. It's about important music." Very thoughtful. Definitely worth the quids. I might be going to Abbey Road tomorrow. Got to have some pictures taken at the studio. Work man! Work! To Hamley's too as well for the gifts. Come to think of it, these couple of days has been depressing for me actually. I don't know why. Maybe it's clinical. As usual, no one knows about it. I can't be moody when I'm with my family. I don't want them to know about it. Maybe because I am always being relied for. So definitely being cranky wasn't an option. Huhu. Hopefully something will hapen and I'll bounce back. No harm in dreaming right?

Much Love Down Below....

So...When to the launderette today with Ibu. Took a couple of snaps there. Look it up in Friendster Fuzzy Wiggie. It could've been better. But the place sempit la. Oho! Oi! We use HP for handphones la generally. How was I suppose to know! Haha. Yang malu tu saya sebenarnya. Bukan anda saudari Fuzzy Wiggie. Hoho. So, you got hit on again eyh? No,I did'nt send that bloke to spy on you. Gosh, I have to get back home fast. You're becoming more n more paranoid ain't you Fuzzy Wiggie? haha. Previously it was The 'macha' Rock. Now an African? What is it with you and black people? Hahah. Tu la...banyak sangat makan kicap. Ngahahahaha. Oh god, I miss eating kicap. I wanna go home! Hoho. Ouh! I ate something new today at Church Street. Falaffel. Tasty vege delicacy. Nice. Bought myself a pair of trainers in Church Street and a neat sweater in Marks n Spencer. All for 15 pounds. Cheap, cheap, cheap! Aiyoh. I thought I could catch up with my Fuzzy Wiggie today. I missed yet again for the 2nd time. Kuar dating with her Shorty kot. Ngahahaha. Aights! Gotta head home now! Mamam time! hoho. Cheers everyone. Much love down below.

Poor Lil' Ol' Carlito...

Wohoo...woke up quite messed-up today. Last night was very rewarding. Stayed up all night to "Carlito's Way". I dunno if she's seen it or not but I reckon Mimi might enjoy it. The surprise of the day came from Akim. He made breakfast! How 'ringan tulang' of him. All of them went out afterwards. Whereabouts? I can't be bothered. I'm busy meddling through my new cds. Which is worth around 30 pounds. 5 for the price of 3. A good bargain I reckon. Had slices of pizza for lunch. Akim was high on salsa. He's been jumping all about in Tesco when he found it. Crazy Monster. So after Zohor we went out. Ayah to office and there we were in HMV. My third time. Yay! Those two 'dong dengs' got me my advance birthday present! Xfm's Alternative Encyclopedia. Thx! I bought another cd. Preston's School Of Industry. Never heard of 'em. Main angkat jer. That's how I work. Hoho. 3 pounds. No harm done eyh? Took a walk to Hamley's. This time we went on all floors. Geez. The joint is wicked! I can't imagine how the place will be come Christmas season. Those sales assistant chicks in Hamley's are tha bomb! Fuh! Very the sedap the mata memandang. We took a mugshot (literally) for Ayah's Father's Day present. Mr. Cheeky Monkey is very cheeky indeed. A very warm-hearted lad. God Bless You Bro. Cheers. Alas! I found something for the girls. I'm not gonna write about it though. It would'nt be a surprise then right fuzzy wiggie? Hoho. So I guess that's about it. Laters. Ciao..

Alright. Here's the supposedly journal-to-be.

Day 1 (30th May '04) -Subterranean Homesick Bastard-

5 was never a favorite number of mine. Not that this time an exception is made, it still is'nt. So everything went spic 'n span untill this announcement. "Ladies & gents, we're truly sorry to announce that due to our fucked-up ignorance, we apparently have to board another aircraft." Hohoho. Very Malaysian. Causing a 2 hour delay. No, I was'nt being unpatriotic, but more likely un-der pressure. The flight was fully booked, everyone was bustling to and fro like as if they're performing tawaf, the seat was too micro for the pillow and blanket to go with, there's no worthy chick on board, AND those roller shoes! It's freaking me out! 50000 feet above ground and I thought my nightmare was over. Narf! I almost made an attempt to trip that brat on the dock. The cabin crew was so-so. Nothing beyond ordinary. Few seconds before touching ground, an overview of London from air made me realise, "Sama je cam Subang.." Or was I being homesick? Landing was swell. But walking from the platform to the exit beats the distance from my dorm to class hands down. Heathrow was nothing like KLIA. Not as 'friendly' either. (Gosh, maybe I am already homesick!) The taxi here is something that I enjoy about. The interior is simply stunning. Well if you think KL's traffic is the worst, then London's might be a stiff contender. It's not as bummed out as KL, but with the honks and the in-your-face attitude of the drivers, you'll be glad that you're born under the pokok kelapa. Haha. The apartment's great. Very modern English like. It's a corner pad between Porchester Place and Kendal Street. Porchester Place. I love that name. And Hyde Park is quite nearby. Neat. Oh by the way, Pak Din, the keeper has been very helpful. He claims to be a former educator in Sri KL. I'll ask Mimi about this later on. So at about 7 we went out for dinner. Ayah brought us to a restaurant. The name? Surprise, surprise. Mawar Restaurant. I took a couple of snaps there before the cam went kaput. Dinner was a take-out actually. Soft and tender chicken topped with sweet 'n sour fish. Nice. It has to be. It costs a fortune! Hoho. O.k, I found a cyber cafe just around the bend. A pound per hour. Maybe I'll give it a shot tomorrow.

Day 2 (31st May '04) -Chill Brother, Chill...-

Today was Bank Holiday Monday. We had a very American breakfast in an English setting. Haha. I guess Malaysians are people of fusions after all. A couple of short naps later, we went out wandering the London streets. Walking. O.k. now I know where HMV is. Looks like a Barbie version of Tower Records across the street. Oh, it was on Oxford's by the way. We then took a bend somewhere and ended up in Regent Street. Where Hamley's is. It's a quite massive toystore. It's a tourist landmark perhaps since it's often showed on the maps. I found my dream Lego. Too bad it was a Ferrari. Akim might buy one. We might pay another visit there the day after tomorrow. Later on, we're at Piccadily Circus. Which reminds me a lot of the crossings in Bintang Walk. Took a couple of snaps at the Eros monument. Ibu bought an ice cream (which she will buy another later on) Mimi did ask a favor to check out the latest mobile phone craze. I'm not so sure but practically averyone is sporting Sony Ericsson's T610. From street-mongering pedestrians to vehicle-bound policemen (it's funny that I have yet to meet one on the streets) A brisk walk through Green Park practically did everyone in. Our legs are killing us. We took the subway crossing to Hyde Park. I saw a subway busker. He was'nt busking though. Having lunch. Which reminded me that we have'nt had ours yet. Back at the apartment Ibu made us spaghetti. But instead of beef, mutton is the order of the day. Though it's quite watery, it is yummy.

London rain will remain a mystery, and I'm being gay all of a sudden...

Actually I did intent to do a day-to-day serialisation of my days here in London. But I guess I was too wasted to do so. The weather semms to have freeze my brain cells. hoho. Anyways, maybe I;ll post up the rough version of it soon. So yesterday was my 1st time onlining from here. A neat name for a cyber cafe. Roots. Just as I've expected, Mimi's here too. It's funny to realize that we've been missing each other. crazy bunnies we are ain't it spankee? hoho. 1 thing i really like so far about London is their public transport system. Wicked! (haha. a lil' bit Londoner lingo there) HMV's way wicked! I could get lost in their collection. Gotta do some serious digging before spending. haha. Electronic gadgets here are way expensive. That's it. I dunno what else to write.