"Run, foreigner run...."

Slept at 6 a.m. the day before after a 2 movie-marathon. Was awakened by Hafeez's phone call. Yup. The pragmatic, ever-majestic Hafeez is back in town. The prophecy has landed.

He and Izzat came by and we had the usual mundane talks about everyday shits and other excrements there is. Then off to Berkat for lunch and surprisingly, met Fad there. She and her mates. Not the Berry clan, mind you.

By the way, met Fuzzy on YM. It's been a while. And crossing my fingers sure is'nt working. She had problems. With Shorty. Pity her. Anyways, the first quarter of the conversation is about her idea of me hooking up with Ika because apparently she just broke up with her steady and she thinks we're both compatible. As usual, I was not supportive of that motion. It seems quizically annoying. I'm not blaming Fuzzy for bringing that up but I felt really weird. The brief moments I spent with Ika during the recent Pangkor trip was deeply cherished by me because it seems that she has this subtle, vulnerable yet somewhat protective and self-respected kind of persona. And that somehow intrigues me in an odd way. She's really caring as evident on last Friday when she comforted Fuzzy. That earns her my respect and loyalty.

While I was entertaining Fuzzy, Jehan was on MSN. She had her problems too. I somehow felt very dearly sorry for her when she pours out all the pressure and whatnot that she's been facing so far. Life is peachy after all.

Back home me and Hafeez instantly talked on our current state of mind regarding our musical visions and again, sparks flew. We clicked spontaneaously since both of us thought that being sonically adventurous (i.e. post-rock, petrochemical rock, new-age noiseniks) won't do us any good for now. He decided to go all garage/indie ala The Falls and me with my "Ibunda-Pop". But when I burst out with a sing-able version of his lyric, "Hungry & Thirsty Diner", a newfound musical avenue struck us. We might do something along the lines of Elbow this time around. And thankfully, after listening to my rendition of "Hungry & Thirsty Diner", he's inspired again to write evocative, heartbreaking lyrics. Sweeeeetttt. He'll be spending the night at my place. We'll see how things take turns.

Am I living a shambolic life right now? Loose ends seems to show up in every direction.