A Month, 30 Days, One Shot

I've not been posting for quite a while now. Not that I don't have the time, I deliberately refrain myself from writing/blurting/bantering more & more insensible thoughts of mind. No, I'm not raising the white flag just yet. There are several possible reasons (upcoming finals is of course, one of it) for this

1. I'm feeling overall 'numb' all of a sudden.
2. The studying has sucked all of my unacedemic thoughts hence, the inability to jot my on-going going-on's.
3. I'm finding the silver lining in my life. Feeling drifting. Again.
4. I'm just plain lazy. Period.

In today's news, went to the faculty for subjects pre-registration for the next 'turbulent' semester. Ended up here (Ye Ol' FSPU's computer lab) to mail Alia my list of schmaltzs. Incidentally bumped into Fuzzy. She's in the next lab for En. Sham's class (We miss you dear Orang Tua).

Out.

Royal Jelly

Hmm. Everything seems to be working backwards for me lately.

Spent the whole afternoon and parts of my nocturnal hours yesterday exchanging texts with Alia. She's now safely tucked in the Merlion Land (that's Singapore for you and me lah) for the weekend or so. Did a brief Law topic discussion with the guys before dozing off. The day was swell. But....

-Happy 19th Shaela-

The (Law) test was generally good. Last night's discussion truly paid off. Post-test, Gave Fuzzy a soft copy of the Dean's Award ceremony pics (Congrats yet again!) and later on me and the guys poofed to Maju Tomyam for brunch.


Left from front to rear: Afiq, Razi & Zhaf. Centre: Pa'e. Right from front to rear: Me, Am & Adam

So we (maybe it should be narrowed down to me alone) thought that was it and the day would turned out to be another boring Saturday. Zhaf came up with a gorgeous plan. An escapade to Teluk Batik. Adam upped the ante by persuading the ladies to tag along. Brilliant. Too bad Fuzzy was already on the bus en route to Ipoh with her mateys. Don't worry, dearie. I did what you asked for. Turned out okay I guess.


Out of the 3 takes, this turned out best. As in the words of Adam, "Jangan jeles!!"

Had a soaking-blast of a time water-bashing with the girls. I was plundered down to the sea bed several times by Lindot and Nad. I truly underestimated their brawn. Feminine they are. Weaklings they are not. Except for the ladies, all 5 of us accidently stepped on a dead jellyfish. I stepped thrice. Dead it may be, but the sting is alive and loud. My legs were itchy for quite a while but it was under control. Approximately after spending 55 minutes drenched in salt-water funness, the sky went tumbling down. Rain, on the brain.


The 'deceased' jellyfish retrieved from the beach by Adam. I don't know about you guys, but it looks to me like a torn, see-through bikini bottom. Don't you think so? Oh, dirty me.


From left: Anis, Kemek, Nad & Lindot. What was Kemek sculpting?


Tipah & Anis. The only two people who was dry as an ikan kering. They somehow refuse to embrace the wetness of the vast oceon. Boo hoo.


Zhaf was again right. This photo is somehow similar with the one we took in Pangkor last year in terms of mood and vibe. Ah, the memories. Perhaps I was too close in proximity with Lindot. Razi will probably kill me. Sape suroh tak ikut?

Amidst all the pouring rain, we were obliged to obey our starving tummy. Headed to Tom Yam Sri Matang in Sematang for dinner. The food was satisfying. They serve a wicked Nasi Goreng U.S.A. I was mesmerised instantly. Back to campus, and that was finally 'that'. The day was great. But....

This is a very extreme contrast compared to my last entry. My guts are playing tricks on me. And I despise that.

Everything is working backwards for me.

Wasted

[My name is]: Farhan
[In the morning I am]: never alert.
[All I need is]: you.
[Love is]: for poets, and dreams are for fools. I'm not a poet, I'm just a fool.
[I'm afraid of]: being afraid.
[I dream about]: being late for my wedding and only to find out that my bride ran away with the bartender and I'm loosing my tooths.

-H A V E .Y O U. E V E R . .-
[Pictured your crush naked?]: Aww. We were kids. Don't know shit about photography.
[Actually seen your crush naked]: Yeah. Once, but it was a 7 year-old's wet dream. Ahh...
[Had sex]: Yet to.
[Made love]: How different is this with the question above?
[Been in love]: That remains to be seen.
[Cried when someone died]: The last time was a decade ago. I miss you, Ayah.
[Lied]: Hurm. How redundant is this question? Of course!

-W H I C H . I S . B E T T E R-
[Coke or Pepsi]: Coke
[Flowers or candy]: Candy
[Tall or short]: Tall

-W I T H .T H E. O P P O S I T E. S E X-
[What do you notice first?]: Face, boobs, arse, ears (girls constantly with earrings don't quite go well in the eyes of me. It's a turn off), and all importantly, the voice.
[Last person you slow danced with]: Ugh. This might sound gay-ish. It was with Arivalagan. For a school sketch. He was the one playing the transvestite anak datuk. I was the night club bouncer.
[Makes you laugh the most?]: Akim. Oh, brotherly love.
[Makes you smile]: Everyone I know and love. It can't be helped. My name means 'happiness' in Arabic. How can I not smile?
[Do you have a crush on someone?]: As in now? No. 19 years have passed and it took me only mere months to know that 'crushes' are hazardous to me. Yeah, yeah. Boo hoo.
[Has a crush on you?]: How the hell would I know? I'm insensitive about things such as these. If someone does have a crush on me, I might've blown her off subconciously.
[Easiest to talk to]: Currently in Bote, Zhaf. I regard him as the wisest man I've ever met in my age bracket albeit his tendency of being insanely sarcastic at times.

-D O. Y O U. E V E R-
[Sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to I.M. you?]: Always.
[Save Aol/aim conversations]: I'm a confused Virgo. So, yeah.
[Wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: Erm. Never.
[Cried because of someone saying something to you]: No. That's why I write songs.

-H A V E .Y O U .E V E R-
[Fallen for your best friend]: I don't have a best friend.
[Been rejected]: Yes. Once or twice.
[Rejected someone]: Refer to [Has a crush on you?]
[Used someone]: Maybe.
[Been cheated on]: Yes! Damn that apek! I won the Dragon Ball contest fair and square! I want my rare collector's Goku Super Saiya Lv. 4 trading card!
[Done something you regret]: No. It's pointless. You can only avoid it from repeating again (which is often impossible).

-W H O .W A S .T H E .L A S T. P E R S O N-
[You talked to on the phone]: Adreen. Gave a 2 second-call-charge-exemption asking of my well-being. Cheapskate! That's why they invented SMS!
[Hugged]: Afiq. But it was more like squashing. We were playing a beach version of tag-you're-it in the sea. Yes, tagging is sufficient enough. But in the spirit of fraternity, expressing brute-like affection is not a sin.
[You instant messaged]: Fuzzy.
[You laughed with]: Adam, Afiq, Anis, Kemek, Lindot, Nad, Pa'e, Tipah, & Zhaf.

-D O .Y O U-
[Colour your hair]: I like it now. Charcoal black with strings of white hair.
[Ever get off the damn computer]: A geek I may be. But a life I also have.
[Habla espanol]: Si.

-D O .Y O U / / A R E .Y O U-
[Smoke cigarettes]: No. Passively? Yes. I'm surrounded by devoted puffers. Smoking is cool to them. But lunkheads, it's SMOKING la dey! Obviously it excerts heat. How can it be literally cool?
[Obsessive]: Of my work and my work only.
[Could you live without the computer?]: In Bote? Unless they have a decent record store and a jamm studio, hell no!
[How many peeps are on your buddy list?]: I have 29 in my YM Kengkawan group. Is that a buddy list?
[What's your favourite food?]: Like any homeboy, mum's cooking.
[What's your favourite fruit?]: Fruity Loops! Heh.
[Drink alcohol?]: Like, no.
[Like watching sunrises or sunset]: Maybe.
[What hurts the most?]: Seeing my loved ones in pain. Literally or metaphorically.
[Trust others way too easily?]: No. Virgos are analytical.

-N U M B E R-
[Of times I have had my heart broken?]: Lost count. Sorry.
[of hearts I have broken?]: Sorry. Lost count.
[Of drugs taken illegally?]: I only pick the Rock 'N Roll. Left out the Sex & Drugs.
[Of tight friends?]: More than 10 but less than 20.
[Of cd's that I own?]: Compared to other music enthusiast/purists, I'm an utter disgrace. 100 is currently an unattainable amount.
[Of scars on my body?]: Quite a lot. Nasty chicken pox scars.
[Of things in my past that I regret?]: So far, none.

Oh no, oh god, I am.

This is the last week before the end of every classes. Before the start of the term finals. And I am nowhere near 'prepared'. Come to think of it, I was never prepared for anything at all. In the lab as I'm typing this, surrounded with students finishing up their long overdue assignments and whatnot, I'm feeling devastatingly useless. Maybe I've hold up too long. Way too long. I'm being ignorant of others well-being. Can't help it. The feeling of 'not belonging here' has never felt this strong. This overwhelming.

It's okay. I'll manage. (Need...help...)

Speechless

Got a cool cyborg name from here. Try it out. It's neat.


I like it. Sounds decently cool.

But Thorndyke's beyond cool. It's wicked.


Why does he have to get all the cool stuffs? Geez.

Today's post is mainly intended for promoting Deli Planet, our new favourite eaterie in the whole of Perak Tengah. The only place where you can satisfy your apetite for Chinese-oriented nooodles and other claypot-based delicacies. It's wholly own and staffed by Malays. Making the whole experience very Perak-ish. The reason why I'm gushing about it is because I miss my weekly dosage of Claypot Yee Mee very sorely. Getting it here in Perak's outskirts is virtually impossible before the emergence of Deli Planet. Not only it is brilliantly tasty, it's cheaper than usual as well. Enough babbling. Roll the pics.


For fellow students & Sri Iskandarian alike, it's situated behind the row of shoplots in Taman Maju (extreme end of Pasaraya Halida).


The 5 of us (Razi took the photo) waiting for the foods. The Transporter was on Star Movies.


Believe it or not, this will only cost you less than RM7 (inclucive of the beverage exhibited). I know some of you will later claim that the same price can be easily found back in KL but hey, it's Perak for God's sake. Good food are scarce and price are'nt always kind to our wallets. It's Cantonese Kuey Teow with Ice Lemon Tea. Tasty indeed. (This was taken earlier in the afternoon)

Actually there should be more photos (Hokkien Mee, Hainanese Chicken Rice, Claypot Yee Mee & that hottie cik adik. 38-28-38!) but we were so eager to rejoice in the tastefulness of it that we carelessly forgot to snap pictures.

Proper entry will resume shortly. Releventness is guaranteed. Gruesome thruthfulness is assured.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

- I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

If Tomorrow Matters The Most, Then Why Are You Leaving?

Huh. Ibu called last night. Baba Ja'pa passed away. Innalillahhirojiun

-Happy 17th Amy-

Shit. The ATM is screwed yet again and I'm deadbeat broke. My debt list is endless these days. To be frank, I've nothing to mumble about today. Brain's not functioning that well since all thoughts and unwilling focus is on tonight's MGT quiz. Will post better entries in days to come. Beware. This is not a promise.

Wait...

A dilemma struck me last night. Inspiration is a must in anything, yes? Exactly my point. But I'm never inspired here in Bote. It's always back home in good ol' US of J. There's some sort of irony to it.

Inspiration: Place - home.
Current Demands: Inspiration, reluctant/hesitant/unwilling to be back at home (Do not ask me why)
Problem: (You do the math)

Can't.......think.....

Be nice & happy hunting everyone

-I need you. Whomeve you may be. I need you-

Misread

23 minutes and 16 seconds. That's the longest single phone conversation ever recorded on my cellphone. Credit goes to Alia. Thanks for all the calls all this while. Will return the favour someday. Cross fingers.

I thought the tough luck that has been hovering those who are close to me is done for the month but once again I'm proven wrong. Zhaf was confronted by two Kelantanese upon his arrrival in Pudu last Friday threatening him for his life or money. As if extorting RM50 from him was'nt enough, they took his 4-months old Nokia as a 'grand gesture'. Fuck heads.

-Happy 19th Amir-

Yup. It's his happy 19th. Been room mates and loyal companion with this always-reliable dude for almost two years now. Here's for another 20 and beyond bro. Cheers.

Met Fuzzy (as always. It's Monday) on the way to BEL. She apparently lost her matric card somewhere along the route from her dorm to IMK. Wanted to help out but Pn. Mary has already commenced her lectures.

Bummer. Too many things to be done in a week. Quizzes and tests are up ahead.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

"Can't you hear my motored heart? You're the one that started it."

Insomnia strikes again. At 1640hours? Blerghh.

It's been a while since I was awaken from my slumber by phone texts. I got two for starters this morning. Hafeez text was obviously 9 hours too late. I blame it on either of our service provider's messaging server. He did kept his word by cross-checking with me what are the CDs available at Paul's last night. Alia blurted a text praising the brilliance of KLPHQ. So, Irman, Loque and the boys caught her fancy in a jiff. I thought she's done but boy was I wrong. I should've seen that one coming. I was munching on the remaining lenghts of a banana when the cell buzzed. It's her (Who else?), live from Batu Pahat via Maxis. And the whole conversation revolves around 4 things:

1) KLPHQ (Agreed my dear. They do attempt too many things with too little of a moment)
2) Free Love (Nonetheless)
3) Faiz (Apparently they met Faiz. Nothing to go "Uih?" about. It's Faiz. That kid haunts every gig. You need a break from gigging bro. SPM. SPM!)
4) My birthday "celebration" (I don't need to explain those inverted comas do I?)

I don't know what's up with me today but right after Zohor I dozed off for a good 3 hours or so. Post-birthday hangover perhaps? And again, phone texts woke me up. Izzat and family sent me a belated birthday greeting. Thanks dear friend (Tell Amy I miss her). Hafeez's second text this time around was about his acknowledgment of Free Love's greatness and also informing me that they bought Her Reverrie's EP for my Happy 19th present. For 8 bucks (Cheapskates! Heh). Thank you, all. And Alia texted me another 3-4 times. Contracting balik kampung boredomness it seems. Apologies. No phones available for abduction thus, abusation is out of the question.

For a moment Iast night I felt 'stuck' in Kansas. Smallville to be precise. Watching 22 episodes back-to-back can be hazardous. Micheal Rosenbaum is the best Lex Luthor ever. Hands down. He has this certain devillish swagger that's charming enough for him to be admired. Alas! For once I have a favourite villian! Hurrah!

Alright. I now officially fancy Keane. They're not there yet in my list of favours but while Fran Healy got his hands full beautifying occupations and Chris Martin's busy making siblings for Apple Blythe, these guys are the necessary substitute. Snowed Under is a sweetly soaring number and Walnut Tree reminds me of The Observatory's This Sad Song. Neat.

Fuzzy miss buzzed. I've yet to thank her personally for Everette & Eddie (after revealing them that is. I'm not that ungrateful). Sorry dear. But I think you know me well enough. So again, thank you.

In other news, Ibu called and I talked to Ayah. He sounded better than our previous chat but he insists that his recovery rate is downright slow. But at least it's not decending. I was told that Mak came all the way from JB to babysit those two (I'm lost for words Mak. I know your glory days are way behind you and Baby Haziqah needs you. This is beyond appreciative. It's heart-wrenching). This is where I feel insanely useless. Argghh!

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

Meet The Newbies

Everyone, meet The Canine Connection.


It's actually a flip-flop/slipper. The cutest birthday gift ever. Thank you so much Fuzzy dearie.

I found out later on that they were long-lost deceased twins of English parentage incarnated to serve the needs of my unattended feet. Everette Kaynigh was a connoisseur on countless of expertise and unmined knowledge. Raised in Lyon, he picks up after his foster parents love for anything in the name of *cough* love. A true Parisian at heart -where he spends most of his teenage life- his delicate taste in fine tuned, meticulously crafted songs for the tragic romantic was so precise that it has caused the palace officials to hang him to his very end. He made King Phillipe Randenoit III looked dumb for failing to woo the heart of Lady Joan Priselle. Everette got a hold of her heart with ease. Too bad his life isn't within his very own grasp. His younger sibling, Eddie Kaynigh grew up in upstate New York bustling his way through high school by selling old vinyls and collecting garbage can lids for attentive collectors (there is such things?) that would buy them at a satisfying sum. Like any American household, his foster parents unsurprisingly split up and he was spoon-feeding himself ever since the 8th grade. His knack for lashing out gushing riffs from his 5 1/2-string Jazzmaster has eluded many. With his band, This Bone Tone he has establish himself as a profoundly prolific songsmith with an extra sense. Sniff, sniff. The 3 Doom Horsemen of Fame & Fortune (read: Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll) caught up with him too soon. He died at 28 of cardiac arrest. Our fist meeting was splendid. It did'nt took long before we were seen strolling together along the corridors, igniting the envious beasts in other occupants, and *ehem* cuddling. Inseperable we are. Thorndyke has nothing else to say.



Meeting Fuzzy in Uptown after my last entry was a bit relieving. Being on hiatus for a while from having hour-longs conversation does takes it toll. For me at the very least. So then she gave me my gift. Before we parted ways, she mentioned something that intrigues me.

"Don't think of it as an ubat nyamuk or something."

Ok. So my mind made up a few possible answers. One of it being, Is it maruku in this box?. But guess what? Take a look.




It was greetings written on a Fumakilla-inspired coil. That explains the ubat nyamuk association. But very nicely made I'd say. Kudos. And also it's nice to know that I'm not only associated with a rabbit, but also a pumpkin. Billy Corgan kicks ass and he's still kicking hard.


Here's a full close-up of the gift before it was unveiled. The coil is on the back. Confused though. Is that the bunny's tail or is it farting? Help me out on this one folks.

While I was gearing down for another bathing session, Hafeez gave a buzz. He's with Li & Alia en route to Paul's for Longdrawn 2 (By the way, I know who I was talking too. It's you dear Feirith). Crazy lot. Li pulled off a Marilyn Monroe birthday number (I know it was you!). Sounds sassy enough it almost turned me on. Almost. Heh. Gig safe guys, gig safe. And Alia, Free Love rocks. Period.

I'm writing this during a brief interval from a season marathon. Afiq managed to get all episodes of the 3rd season of Smallville from his UTP mate. Surreal. Another 8 episodes to go. No commercials and disturbing subtitles. Whee.

Ah. Turning 19 is not that bad after all.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

The Chronicles Of Karim & Gregory: 72 Months Down The Road

Happy 19th Mawar, Oyin & Thorndyke Edwads himself. Fuh. I've never thought of sharing birthdate with so many people.

Farah gave a buzz come 12 o'clock. She's alone since Ibu and Akim dozed off earlier. Traded text with Oyin and received one from Mawar and Fuzzy. Thinking that was it, I was proved incorrect. I was officially *tempek-ed by the boys last night. I've never been tempek-ed before but my 1st time was'nt all that bad. I was half asleep with Adam's guitar on my tummy when suddenly the lights went off and I was bombarded with pillow bashing, pleading squeling and shoe-dodging (Damn you ,Razi!). No one was hurt except for Adam's guitar. The e string snapped the moment it made contact with the speed inducing bolster. Ibu & Akim called eventually. Consequently waking me up for Subuh.

Nothing extraordinary happened this morning. Met Fuzzy between classes and had a idle chit chat about me being the birthday boy and thanks to her, more than half of my classmates (and hers) adorn their well-wishes to the already shy me. Beware: Bunnee bites.

So I was bored during BEL. So I reflected upon what was my prized possession after all this years that I still rely heavily on? Ah! Blimey! Why, yes! It's Karim Karat!


I has been with me since Secondary 1. It's actually your standard mathemetical instuments set. But thanks to the 'creatize' me, I decided to shade a different facade and the name 'Karat' sticks to it ever since. 6 years. Wow. And our friendship has never worn out a bit. I love you, Karim.


The 'Spitfire' sticker was courtesy of Fahmi (where the hell are you now, bugger?!). Also lasted 6 years of turbelent endavour.


The cast and crew of Karim Karat. Some of them has served me for more than 4 years. The longest serving being the green Pilot Shaker Mechanical Pencil. Donning the nickname, Gregory. It has been with Karim for 5 and a half years. It's MIA in this pic since Ijoy was using it. Good job, Greg.

Actually Thondyke gave me my first gift. A neat wallpaper he made by himself. Feel free to have a piece of it everyone. Get it here

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

Coody

This is the souvenier pen we got for voting yesterday. Results came in and, congratulations Lokman. The thought of anyone being Yang Di-Pertua is unthinkable. You fit the bill. Go tiger. Make the faculty proud.

Well, well. I've lived this long have'nt I? A day left and 19 will soon follow. It's this time of the year again that I have long since look forward to. Turning a year older is just a sad excuse to have presents and gifts 'donated' to you. Yes, it would be hypocritical of me to claim as such but I believe it does imply to me these days. Looking forward or excruciatingly predicting what to receive from those that you hoped for on your day of birth is nothing more than a momentary relief from reality. After that, it's back to the real world facing hardships and much unwanted shits. Stressing out on getting gifts as a sign of acknowledgment is not my motion here. I'm merely putting a piece of mind on print. Merely expressing point of views. Celebrating days such as these should be beyond that. Thoughtful is a good start but meaningful and resonance is the right word for it. But then again, if you find this pointless, embrace the ones you love and my apologies is yours to claim. Being sensible is hard. Seeing bad things coming does not help at all. Trust no one.


This is another attempt in creating an art piece. Right eye: Me, Middle-finger: Zhaf, Olympic-like pose: Ijoy. We were bored. And so were our souls.

In a space of two days, two losses has been grieved upon. Adam lost his helmet on Tuesday and Am's 3310 went MIA the day after. Tough luck. The FAR quiz we did earlier today provided a little relief. Partly because my answers are almost accurate than the others and also because a quiz down, 5 more tests to go. While I was busy calculating quarterly instalments and monthly depreciations, my phone went buzzing in my cargo pocket. It was Jehan. Texting an early birthday greeting. Thanks dear. It's like FAR's Test 1 all over again. I was sweating bullets cracking my head to find the precise pre sum and the exact post amount when she texted me asking what was anak dara tua in English (Thank you, Li). Amidst all the tension, that text of hers did managed to squeeze out a weary smile from me before shutting the phone off and resume the clicking activity on the calculator. I don't know why, but everytime Delta Goodrem's Lost Without You beems from my stereo I can't seem to get the thought of her out of my head. The fact that she introduced it to me might've explain it but it seems rather inaccurate. A better reason is there to be uncovered. Who can tell but time?

I never did this before but I just have to post Alia's Friendster Testimonial she gave me. Everybody, aww.....


Alia, 09/16/2004:
I never knew one could call someone one
of their best friends after just a few
weeks, but I was proved wrong when I met
Mr Thorndyke Edwads (betul ke spelling
kali nih?). I've known him for just the
shortest amount of time and he's already
endeared himself to me in monstrous
amounts, from one-upping the other about
our CD collection, to fleeting
suggestions of dating for fun (remember
the rebound hunt?) and him teasing me
endlessly about a certain event that
will never be mentioned again. Two
months and I already heart this boy!
Watch out for us, the duo that will take
over yer speakerboxxes by the end of the
year, don't say I didn't warn ya. I'm
waiting for you to get back, Pa'an,
we've got some serious work to be done
with our multitude of instruments. And I
meant musical instruments, everybody. Hehh.

Thanks dear. Touche.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

Faux Obsolete

Announcement: Upon avoiding further feud and unwanted rage, the name Zul will no longer be mentioned in any post as of this entry. I will now resume referring to her as Alia. The fun's over.


This has to be the most idiotic offer ever. It's in Pasaraya Halida, off-Taman Maju. Spend RM50 or more and you'll be entitled to purchase a drinking water (it's not even mineral!) for 10 cents. ONLY A BOTTLE per purchase. Sensible this is not. Stupidity it is.

Today's polling day. Electing for next semester's (or is it for the current semester?) *MPP. Lokman is representing our faculty. *Siti and Ipin will be running for president as well. I'll vote later after class. But who to vote for? Who will I cast my AFUNDI?

In other news, apparently Ayah is not doing very good. Ibu's going back to Terengganu again this Friday to arrange his transfer to SJMC. Uncle Anis is on standby and has re-scheduled all appointments with his patients. Thank you so much. During Ibu's absence, Abg. Aidil & Kak Maz will be babysitting those two back home (Eh, when are you guys tying the knot? Mak isn't getting any younger and Amjad will start schooling soon. And I want my bachelor pad. Pronto!)

*MPP - Majlis Perwakilan Pelajar. A student council thingie
*Siti - Birth name: Faiz. Due to his tendency of showcasing his soft side and his fetish with Siti Nurhaliza, the name goes well with him.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

Crimson To Soon

Words will be replaced by pixelated coded images. Observe.


I'm still alive. But seriously, boredom kills.


Tried a Macro shot. It turned out ok I reckon. Had it enhanced and now is embedded as my desktop wallpaper. Ham, you owe me. Heh.


Sigh. Line-ups are tempting. The Obs are playing! It'd be the perfect birthday gift. Those who are accessible to the venue and looking something intoxicating for the weekend, head to Paul's and fork out your buckeroos. Maximum good time is guaranteed.
Zul, I want photos!


A neat short bio on Longdrawn's line-up. Brilliantly amusing.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

Kidney Garden of Kings

Ayah has been admitted to Hospital Kuala Terengganu. Apparently he was in Dungun visitng Ki. He's suspected to have contracted either gastric or appendicitis. Gave him a call. He sounded very, very wobbly I can barely make out what was coming out from the phone's speaker. It's always very alarming whenever he fell ill but to be admitted into a ward is like a sudden, violent wake-up call. He's concern about the health of others so much that he ignores his own. His diet/apetite didn't help either. Once he spent a week or two eating only two bananas for breakfast, lunch & dinner. In a nutshell, he's a devoted workaholic and luckily, a devoted family man as well. So you pretty much get the picture at it's most accurate, yes? He's not lanky nor he is anorexic. He leads a more active lifestyle than any of us in the family. I guess old age is catching up with him. Too soon. He's only 55. Take a look.


This is us in Indurrah Apartments in Marylebone district. West End. It's taken some 3-4 months ago and this is the latest family potrait.

The tone of Ibu's voice on the phone adds more sorrow to the grief. Not only I'm concerned about Ayah's well-being, I'm even worried of her. The burden can be too much. She herself is not at her fittest. Still having asthma attacks once in a while. An her back is aching up again. So 'mobility' isn't her strong suit as of late. She's visiting him on a day trip tomorrow. Alone. Moments like this makes me feel useless. I should be there. At least at home making sure things are in their supposed order. Can't really rely on those two albeit their independant nature. I have a bad feeling about this. Something's not right...

On a lighter note, I met Mawar on YM after quite a while. She's doing her practicals in Senai Airport. Only mere minutes from home. Our conversation was interrupted a few times since it was'nt her free time and her superior kept asking her for things. Without no apparent reason, she logged off and we ended abruptly. Perhaps she was busted. Heh.

It rained again.

Me: I feel sad when it rains.
Thorndyke: No, my friend. It rains because you're feeling sad.

There you go.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

"You can try the best you can, you can try the best you can. The best you can is good enough....."

The sky trembled yesterday. It rained as if heaven is on a major spring-cleaning. Amidst all the woosh-es and thunderstorms, these lot of *arboks decided to indulge in a Bollywood (read: dancing/prancing pointlessly in the rain) moment causing negative accusations to be thrown at them for being 'silly and idiotic'. Well, judge it yourself.


Wonder what they're talking about. Potential potentials perhaps?

Heh. Apparently I was accused of igniting a catfight (Yes, Li. You will face your doom soon enough. Zul, let's take her down. Stat!) between two atomic kittens. Divine chemical intervention.


This is a view from my girl-watching post. Dubbed "Ujung" since it's at the corridor's very end. Note that the green auto next to the Kancil is Afiq's 1st Edition Honda Prelude. It's so sporty that if I were to sit infront in a normal seat setting, the sunscreen had to be slide open for a breather. It's even lower than a Kancil.

Nothing notable happened for the rest of the day. Came PCK hour, Afiq invited us out for a drink at Tropika. had a brief stop at Taman Maju for the laundries. While I was mesmerised by this fine looking lady (suspectedly a student of UTP) adjusting her adjustables, Zul gave me a buzz. She bursted into a fit of aftermath wrath that almost caused permenant damage to my ears. But seriously my dear, I was conned la. Innocence is my case.



The laundromat in Taman Maju. It's actually in the back. They're conducting this dual-business trading. They sell stationaries up front.


A view in Afiq's Honda en route to Tropika. These are the only source of 'lighted guidance' we have along the way. Darkness engulfs most of Perak Tengah's main route and this has caused the demise of many and the suffer of a nation. Do something Barisan, do something.

*arbok(s)= An alternative Malay term for another term, bapok. Unearthed during my initial years in Bote. Might've existed back then before man knew how to greet each other properly. Oh ignorant me...

Be nice & happy hunting everyone

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

9/11

Alright people. Here are the new additions in my 'Loo' mp3 playlist. Thank you, everyone.

Clann Zu - Words For Snow (Finally. After numerous attempts, it's a file in my hard drive at last. Do not laugh, Li)

The Album Leaf & Sigur Ros - Streamside (Brilliant! Stupendous! Encore! A definite must have! Get it here. Now!)

The Black Heart Procession - Tropics Of Love (Okay. I GOTS TO HAVE Amore del Tropico stat! Fucking wicked!)

Coco Rosie - Good Friday (Sounds like Jolie Holland taking a rather flower-power outing this time around while high on LSD and the likes of it. Explains the hallucinating vocal overdubs. Trippy. Surreally trippy)

*All tracks are surprisingly downloaded in the minimum time frame of 25 minutes. What's so special about that you say? Heck, it was downloaded from Ye Ol' FSPU's ever-fringing computer lab! Using UiTM's standard LAN! How marvey is that! The last time I downloaded DDA's Dream it took me a friggin' 2 hours! These moments are so rare indeed.

Ehem. Focus.

Post-Friday prayers, me and Zhaf headed for the comp. lab for you-know-what. Fast forward to 2 hours later, there was a commotion in the next lab. We were there in the 1st place before we were told to move into the current lab we were in since a test will be held. One of the students went unconscious and fell on the floor from the chair. A sudden panic arose but it was nothing out of proportion. My hunch was right. It was Ijoy's Sekincan mate, Khairul Fitri. We were unsure at that moment what really went wrong with him but he was perhaps having epilepsy and had a fit. Even his closest buddy knew nothing about his medical conditions. Hazardous. There wasn't enough guys around so the both of us lent our typing hands (we were typing e-mails) and my god, thankfully it was enough. He's quite a load to carry around. Then it struck me. What if it was me? They ought to call a crane for sure. Scarry. Anyways, he came about quite soon enough. But he was 'somewhere' else. Dillusional. Then the lab dude and all 5 of us sent him to the Transportation Unit for the ambulance. And here's where we realized how self-centered the UiTM staffs really are. Okay, it's past 4:30 but hey, a kid's having a situation here we don't know of. Might be fatal. Bastards. Not only there's hesitations and alah-aku-kene-balik-cepat-nie-nanti-bini-aku-meradang moans heard, they acted with so much ease that it made Baywatch's opening sequence looks like Justin Gatlin's gold medal dash. And where was the kid's lecturer all this while? Oh, great. Another asshole. So the ambulance eventually took off. The three of us (including one of Khairul's classmates) had to walk all the way back to Ye Ol' FSPU. My diskette was still in the floppy drive. Fortunately we came with Adam's bike. It would be too much for us if we had to walk back to the dorm. Saving lives sure ain't easy. We learned our lesson. Class dismissed.

Obituary Birthday: To all of 9/11's fallen souls, rest well.

Today proved to be another boring Saturday. Well yeah, the OM students were holding a Misteri Nusantara kinda exhibition but I was too drained to even take note. Bumped into Boy on the way back from dinner. Gleefully telling me that he already owns Ape Kill Ape. Damn you. I'm out of cash, dammit. Went straight to his room after Isyak for a quick preview of the CD. Yup. I'm getting one myself, no doubt. The Apes really went all-out this time. The last track, Feedbach was a play of various levels of constucted *coughs* feedbacks that lasted up to 13-minutes! Jamir of Prana who guests on Wisdom did a great job at unleashing DDA's reggae potentials with his laidback vocals. It's the album's oddball for sure. In Tents was of course, intense. But perhaps E Minor Bells was the definite highlight. The drama is beyond dramatic. Murderous. With 10 meticulously-crafted-to-perfection songs altogether and a neatly laid out album package, it's definitely a must-have for the year of '04. I'm going bananas over this lot of smelly simians all over again.

Out. Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

Sgt. Hassan's Pride

Zits has always been my fav daily dose of newspaper toon that reflects us youths. Next to the strip about a boy and his imaginary tiger buddy of course. But having been a devoted follower of the life of a typical American middle-class teen that is, Jeremy, fun comes in two things. Moronic intelligence (using silly conotations for blurting out numbing, dead-pan brilliance of one-liners) and tons of alternative approach of dealing with the parents' constant nagging and redundant comments in a not so derhaka kinda way. Jeremy's struggle to cope with his parents expactations (which he - most of the time - never cared about) and the parents' rock-hard determination in striving to understand and 'blend' into the slacker lifestyle of their teenage son has always been an amusing topic to ramble on and on about since the comic's inception. Jeremy has this thing going on with Sara and I tell you, they're not the best of couples. It's not that they're disgustingly kinky or insensitively idiotic but if you're looking for sweet puppy love romance, go and find yourself one of those Sweet Valley High novels. I believe that the both of them are a teenage version of Jeremy's cool-wannabes parents but without the trying-to-hard-to-be-cool enthusiasm. Hector is always seen hanging out with Jeremy. Mostly during the summer breaks. He has this unique-cool-bizzare ability of growing (spurting would better justify it) a beard in mere seconds! How cool can an uncool school boy get? But my preferred cast of all, Pierce. The way he's drawn is such that it reminds me of my high school senior which name I don't know of. Same goes with the persona. Very much alike. In today's strip, he was asked by Jeremy what's was the status of his relationship with this particular girl. His answer was the defining definition of the term 'couple' ever said by man:


Hillariousness....

Wondering about this entry's title you say? Heh. I'm sworn to secrecy so unveiling is not an option. Announcement: From this entry onwards, I hereby announce that a gutsy, Lomo-craving femme fatale will be occasionally mentioned as Zul (Jangan marah eh. Nanti kene jual). Whenever I feel like doing so that is. Speaking of the devil, I have to keep reminding myself that I owe her a CD. Don't worry Zul, I've made my promise and I am a man of my word (at least I'm trying to be one). Also been having a dying urge to engage in a face-to-face yak session with you. Arghh. Only a month left. A scarry, horrid month.

Fuzzy's probably touched down in KL by now. Yes Subang, she's back. Beware! The main factor of her going home is none else than to comfort and be comforted by lil' Pedro, Subang's very own Simba. Apparently he was 'abused' by a vet last week so mummy Fuzzy has to go boogie woogie her sicky silly kitty. I fucked up my Speaking Test. Yay! (No, I'm still sane) Screw the marks. I felt wickedly good.

Shit. I need to go back. I don't want to go home.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

I wish, I wish, I wish, I guess, it never stops.....

Thanks Alia.

Which songs/albums..

..make you think of an ex love?
If I were suppose to have an ex love, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths would be splendid.

..make you think of best friends?
MxPx's G.S.F. Oddly enough....

..make you think of school friends?
Sheila On 7's Sebuah Kisah Klasik Untuk Masa Depan. Everybody, aww.....

..make you cry?
Have You Passed Through This Night? by Explosions In The Sky. Oh shit, weeping....

..make you laugh?
Melt Banana's Excess. Fucking awesome.

..make you think of the one you once wanted/still want?
Eye To Eye by Amp Fiddler. (Thanks Edgar)

..do you wish you wrote?
The entire Billy Corgan catalogue.

..do you want played when you die?
The Smashing Pumpkins' Once Upon A Time In My Life. Believe me Ibu, I've tried.

..do you never wanna hear again?
Recently booted-out Malaysion Idol finalist Zamil's rendition of The Reason. Fuck off, dude. You made the song sounded as horrible as the band. (Wait. Hey, I liked that fact.)

..do you want played when you get married?
Heh. You're right Zhaf. It's Force Vomit's Last Nite I Said Goodbye. Oozes 'me' everywhere.

..do you wake up to?
My Vitriol's Infantile. So intensely crafted that it'll give me instant nightmares if I ever go back to sleep after waking up. Don't listen to this alone in the wee hours of the morning.

..do you sleep to?
The whole of Slipknot's self-titled 2nd album. I sleep in chaos and wake up out of conscious.

..is supersweet?
I'd Rather Dance With You by Kings Of Convenience. "The music's to loud and the noise from the crowd, increases the chance of mis-interpretation/So let your hips do the talking/I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings" <---- How profoundly skema-sweet can these guys be?

..do you love out of your parents' record collection?
Ibu's entire M.Nasir collection and Ayah's Beattles collection sans Revolver.

..do you love that you wouldn't know about if it wasn't for a friend?
Clann Zu (Li), Slipknot, Marilyn Manson, Radiohead, Magnet (Hafeez), Portishead, Pedro The Lion, Motion City Soundtrack, Lagwagon (Potter), American Analog Set, Lush, Cocteau Twins (Boy)

..make you think about someone who died?
Sampai Hati by Spring. It was Ayah's fav (and mine) a few months or so before his demise. A neat song infact. Good music taste does run in the blood.

..sing in the shower?
Anything from Anuar Zain to the son of Pakcik Zain that is Anuar.

..sing when you're alone?
Sigh. Aishah's Bahtera Merdeka.

..love the video more than the tune?
New Found Glory's Dressed To Kill coz' Rachael Leigh Cook's in it.

..love the video as much as the tune?
Definitely Denali's Hold Your Breath and Mogwai's Dial:Revenge.

..reminds you of your first crush?
Hurmm. I was 7. Ah! The Ninja Turtles theme song from the cartoon series would be it! Or was it Power Rangers'? Could be Gaban's. But then....

..do you love from a movie?
Eels' I Need Some Sleep from Shrek 2.

..make you think of the moon?
Moon Mall & Moon Thrills by Jonny Greenwood. Maybe this is what lonely nights surrounded by nothing but rocks and robotic surveilance unit on the moon feels like. Danial! Where's my CD!?

..make you think of stars?
Vincent by Don Mclean. I hate Josh Groban's rendition.

..make you think of the night?
The Observatory's entire album. It's meant for nights of all season. Nocturnal brilliance.

..make you think of sex?
Nos Bracos De Isabel by Paulinho Moska. Ahh...

..think of when you're alone?
American Analog Set's Come On Baby Julie, Come Home. Subtle sweetness at it's best.

..has only been released recently but you love already?
Damn Dirty Apes' Dream & Seven Collar T-Shirt's The Summary. They're back in black.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

I am no Superman....

Okay. Here's some pics from the Faculty dinner. It's not much as the IXUS was fully stashed with live clips of the whole event.


Me and Fuzzy. (Regardless of all her efforts of hair rebonding, those curly locks still bounce here and there once in a while)


Me, Zhaf & Am. (Zhaf donned a neat Playboy shirt courtesy of Pa'e. He's the night's very own "Men In Black: Weary Eyes". Excluding Fai, we were the only male representative of 3B. Those bastards regretted it later when it's all said and done. Serves your egos right)



Back row: Zhaf, Me, & Am. Front row: Ayun & Suzanna. (Yes, this is one of the many pics that has Ayun in it. It is confirmed that she's a photo vampire as evident on her dinner photo album. Does'nt Suzanna look Cindian to you?)

That's it. Outta here.

Be nice and happy hunting everyone

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

This dense, this defence.

Hmm. It's been a while....

So even Husni has asked me to collaborate on another project. He's a hardcore-fed bassist. Maybe this could work. So the deal with Amir was terminated. Up 'till this day, his rotten tooth's still lingering back and forth. Ah, here's a pic of my 'mini studio' dubbed GeJeng! Studios (It's in the house's living room)



Everything - except the keyboard - is mine. The Casio keyboard is courtesy of E-Bub (Thanks dear). Although cheap in price, it's rich with neat tones and posesses an above-average audio output quality. Hafeez used it to record Pt. 0 of Hungry & Thirsty Diner. I miss my Jagmaster so much. My first electric guitar. Thanks to Mokh, both guitar and the Ibanez amp costs me only RM1310 instead of the fixed RM2000 or so. The kapok was a second-hand purchase from Izham. It served me well. Most of my songs were written using it. And those two djembe-like percussion units was a present from Ibu for my birthday last year. She bought it in Sarawak (or was it Sabah?). Well, besides serving it's purposes for practices and riff recordings, this is the part of the house which I spent most of my made-free time. And Fuzzy, this is the spot where all our night long Y! sessions took place.

I'm lacking inspiration these days. Laters.

Be nice and happy hunting everyone

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

"I jumped in the river and what did I see?"

Yippie! Thanks to Razi, now I'm a proud owner of King Of Convenience's I'd Rather Dance With You cute video clip from the new album, Riot On An Empty Street. Freshly recorded from TV3's Channel [V] Smash Hits this morning. Ah, the wonders of a TV card. But the only downside of having the video is that it has the TV3 logo emblazoned on the top right corner. Other than that, the audio and picture quality is very decent enough.

Apparently, that was the only thing that's worth a mention of enthusiasm for the day. I woke up at 11 at the buzz of my phone. A text from Amy and two texts from Fuzzy. Amy was being her caring self as usual. That's what I like about her (And also the fact that when Hefleft was starting out, she was a generous benefactor and funded our jamm sessions although we were literally crappy.). I don't believe that we're that close but it does'nt seem to be a factor. Izzat's lucky to have her as a sis. When asked about her well-being, she's worried sick about the SPM trials she's having now. Typical Amy. Fuzzy was complaining about her MGT trip post-mortem and the dinner pics (By the way Fuzzy, I'd like to see them). So it's safe to claim that our class is still the proud record holder for the shortest post-mortem ever. It was under 1 hour. Heh.

Faiz texted me later in the afternoon proclaiming the brilliance of DDA's Ape Kill Ape. Tell me something I don't know, bro. Hafeez did that yesterday by stating that it retails at RM27. Neat. Li's text came soon enough. She's torn between Cast Of Thousands and You Are The Quarry. I told her to go for the latter. Morrissey is great songwriter and he's damn good at storytelling. But Guy Garvey and his lot won her favour with the help of Alia and a cheaper price tag. Still, a brilliant choice. Oh, and Alia, enjoy the Kit Kat gig. Gig safe.

This was the first weekend that Ijoy spent it here in Bote instead of home. We talked a lot about so many issues. He's the only one here of the entire male population where I can talk and argue about anything, sensibly. Having him here for the entire weekend brought some sense back into me. Thanks for the company dear friend, thank you.

Adam took the IXUS for the day since he's off to Penang with Nad and Tipah to meet up Tipah's skater beau. Brought back six short clips which we believed was mainly recorded for making us wishing that we were there. Sad attempt bro, sad attempt. Cruel intention kills.

Today's neat factor: I just realized that we wrote Schizophrenia on the 25th of August of last year. Syahir pointed that out. So Fuzzy, when it's fully recorded, my dedication goes to you. Your birthday song.

I made a deal with Amir that if I accompany him to the dentist on Tuesday, he'll allow me to record a footage of the doctor pulling his rotten tooth out. That ought to be fun. Oh shit, my MOCK trial's tomorrow. Bummer.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

Here's where things get ugly.......

Although there were only the 3 of us (Zhaf, Am & myself), we had the time of our life last night. Oh, I'm talking about the faculty dinner by the way. Thanks to Fai who gave us a lift to Ye Ol' FSPU for if it was'nt for him, we'd be soaking wet by the time we get to the foyer. Sticking true to the janji Melayu principles, we departed later than scheduled causing a few moans and whining here and there from the others. We arrived at the venue (Dewan Bandaran Ipoh) just in time for Maghrib but not before a brief tour around town because apparently, the bus driver's experienced communication breakdown mistaking the venue for the brand new hall near Abg. Adam's previous office instead of the old one right infront of the railway station.

I knocked my head on the bus' TV set before setting foot out of the bus. Ouch. The hall's Collonial structure reminded me a lot of KL's Railway Station. And eventually reminded me of home. Arghh. As we walked along, Zhaf & Am quickly noticed that Fuzzy just arrived.

"Pa'an, Pa'an. Fuzzy dah datang. Yeay....!!!"

Heh. I thought so. Those two won't give me a break even for uno noche. Well Fuzzy, if I have'nt said it, you looked beautiful last night. That earring of yours complemented you very well. So after an extensive pre-show photo session (Dominated none other than Ayun herself. You photo vampire, you), we went in. Coincidently, my table is next to Fuzzy's. Virgos unite. It was a night of glitz and glam where you can see a lot of Waheedas and Biendas scattered everywhere. Dat and Zie were both clad in red Chinese costumes. Dat spent RM 130 on his costume alone. Geez. Raqib was bringing out his Paki side and he did it with class. And he still has things to say about me having balls wearing my Telawi treads. Dude, didn't you listen to the music? They played feng tau tracks almost all night long. I'm made for this. Oh, apologies. The theme was Citrawarna. Che looked like a dungeon master in the Arabic/Sikh-like robe, Lokman could easily pass as one of the waiters with the vest that he wore, and Suzann, are you sure you're not a Cindian? The resemblance is uncanny.

The performances was superb. For once, we could be proud of our Part's stage effort. They did a hillarious sketch that was probably inspired by one of the Senario episodes. Having Farouk and Kusut paired up together as an on-stage couple was a killer combination. Heh, the thought of the minute Dayat playing as Kusut's father and the Eric Bana-like Iqbal to play the mother was already whimsical. Fabulous job guys. Kudos. But of all that laughter and transvestism, we could'nt possible top the ones of the Part 5s. Their's was a continuation of last semester's Charlie's Angels series. They brilliantly made a short movie that was a dominant media throughout their whole slot other than a few stage moments. Cha'oi is no doubt, Malaysia's very own Tony Ja (of Ong Bak's fame). His skills was mesmerising. With high-paced action, comedic elements and a neat selection of soundtracks, the night was their's to claim.

We sat a very lucky table but the 3 of us wasn't. Our table had seen Lokman, Din, & Malee claim their lucky draw prizes. The most win for a table that night. Fuzzy was 'pink' in envy. Haha. The moment I overheard the conversation between Fuzzy, Hishe & Oliver about having their class photo taken afterwards, I smiled sheepishly. That was when Fuzzy and I first spoke. It was during last semester's post-show photo session at Ye Ol' FSPU (Where else?). It was something like this.

Fuzzy: Boleh tolong tangkapkan gambar tak?
Me: Boleh, boleh. Sebagai seorang jejaka yang cool dan bergaya, untuk cik adik, apa salahnya. Nama abang, Farhan. Adik ni, single lagi ke?

Okay, that dialogue of mine was exagerrated for the fun of it. We found ourselves laughing when we recalled about it during our early Y! sessions. Nostalgia aside, shortly before the night ended, Ayun called us out for a class photo (And I believe that she's still depriving for more photos). Excluding Fai & Zura, there were only 10 of us. A small, happy, satisfied lot. The only downside of it was me not receving the chocolates Fuzzy dediacted for. But anyways, thanks again, dear! I'm still smiling from ear to ear. Haha. Despite all the fun and memorable times, my IXUS failed on me. The battery lasted only for the 1/4 of the night. Fortunately, everything that was needed were given top priority so basically, no worries. This morning when the rest of the guys saw all the pictures and short clips they were biting their nails and knocking themselves silly for not going. Serves your egos right.

So that ends it all. The fun's over. Only a month left for this semester to draw its curtain. Here's where things get ugly.

Be nice and happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-

Too many sensations now.....

I need my dose of relief. Stat.

So far this month, I've been asked to collaborate on 3 different projects. The thing with Alia is agreed and works are underway, Meg's setting up a new band which he invites me to join & Hafeez wrote another spanking lyric of which he asked a favour of finding the tunes to it. And I'm sensing another project will soon surface between me, Efry and the boys back home. Fuh! Getting busy I am these days.

Besides banging on the kapoks and cracking my head with FruityLoops, I'm spending my hours making desktop wallpapers for my Lappie. Only did 3 so far. ArcSoft's PhotoImpression is a good editing tool albeit it's limited features. But for starters, it's the right tool I reckon. I'll try and upload it here so you too could have a piece of it. As soon as I know how to that is....

Okay. I need this CDs ( No, I'm not doing this ala Alia & Hafeez):

Denali - Denali and The Instinct (Simple. I love Maura Davis. And their songs of course. Pa'an loves Maura)

Motion City Soundtrack - I Am The Movie (Moogs and punk tunes do go well together thanks to these guys)

Hope Of The State - The Lost Riots (Still knocking my head on walls for not bagging it in Heathrow eventhough that Pitcfork says it sucks. I care not. The album package looked cool enough to me)

Explosions In The Sky - How Strange, Innocence (Where the hell could I get this? They don't have it in Music Magic. "Glittering Blackness" & "Magic Hours" are crazy!)

My Vitriol - Between The Lines (How come it's not here yet?!)

The Secret Machines - Now Here Is Nowhere (Yes they have it in HMV the last time I was there but I just have to get September 000 first. Now I'm hungry for more)

Thee Silver Mountain Reveries - Pretty Little Lightning Paw EP (Was in dilemma at first between this one and Magnetic Fields i. But since I'm a sucker romantic-chamber pop music, I opted the latter. Now where's my Thee Silver Mountain Reveries?)

The Album Leaf - In A Safe Place (I love Tristeza and Jimmy LaValle is a cool cat)

The Black Heart Procession - Amore del Tropico (Hailed as kings of bleak indie rock. I love bleakness. Elbow rules)

I need my dose of relief. Stat.

Happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-