If that's a meaning, make it double.

This weekend was kinda awkward in a way. I can't pin down exactly which part, but it was a smooth sail throughout. When Ibu, Ayah & Aunt Su left for KLIA on Saturday's crack of dawn, I felt exhausted. Yes, EXHAUSTED. The word should actually popped up after doing something physically or mentally tiring but truth is, I did nothing at all. Maybe there is such a thing as 'tired of doing nothing' after all.

Saturday was a bit crazy. Akim just bought Tony Hawk's Underground 2 for the Playstation2. I never played the previous installment to it so I decided to give this sequel a shot. Within minutes, I was hooked. It's kinda insane coz' we played from 11 a.m. 'till moments before break fast. Faiz, Efry and Izwa came to hang around 9 or so. As usual, they wanted to check out what's new and what's 'true' in my Lappie. Went out to Maju for a drink and coincidentally bumped into Johan. We talked, crapped, drank, ate and witnessed the loss of Manchester United in the hands of Portsmouth but I was kinda 'disturbed' somehow. Maybe it was the talk I had with Faiz. It was nothing serious or grave but I made matters more confusing perhaps. He was contemplating FADE's future and dead serious this time about shrugging the 'school/cover band' tag that's becoming their calling card right now. The timing could'nt be any better. I don't know and I can't recall how or for what reason did I ever became their "Sifu" but that's what they've been referring to me as at a certain point up until now. They often ask for advices and opinions and I try my best providing them rational and thoughtful answers. Last night however, the more he asked, the more questions were left unanswered. It's scary. Not naturally but I threw a wicked twist making it quite a horrid thing and that left me in 'deceit'. Throw your hate in the air.

Something quite lovely took place earlier in the afternoon while I was busy bustin' tricks and scoring marks against skateboarding pros. Suseela gave a delightful text. She was quite a close acquaintence of mine when I had a brief stint in Form 6. Although I've known her for mere months, I found her very 'endearing'. One unique trait about this lass is that she's the only individual I've ever known that despises the Internet more than anyting or anyone else. The cause? Simple. She hates Bill Gates. Claiming the software mogul 'an evil businessman'. Well, to each its own. She's also a walking, talking, and breathing dictionary for mobile phones. Ask her anything on the subject. You won't be dissapointed at all. Trading text with her has always been very lovely. It felt as if I was literally talking with her. She's under immense pressure as the days trickle closer to the start of the STPM finals. Best of luck, dear.

As I was out with the boys, Alia was in D'Rythmix 'auditioning' Bird's (band for The Gig. I don't think the band made the cut but one thing's for sure, Bird did. He'll be the one banging the drum kit for us as soon as his bandmates give their 'blessings'. Proof of loyalty? Highly likely. It should be a fine blend since she said that he's willing to try out new stuffs/styles and the fact that he has the potential to be the next Jose Pasillas kinda boosts my level of confidence. Progress on our soon-to-be-renamed-collaboration has been very slow but at least things are not at a standstill. Hopefully tomorrow's session would ignite more significant sparks.


I took this one during Latte@8's live recording last Thursday. Fit for a promotional flyer eh?

I did something to Fuzzy's photo that was taken with Pedro featured earlier. It's quite a wallpaper material. Get it here.

Right. I'm done. The folks are back. That's the end of my 'babysitting' gig. Yeeehaa.

Swasbuckling Strata Buckdilly

So last night was quite 'something'. Had a chat with Izham earlier that evening. The first dialogue that popped up was, "Ko nak ikut pegi nengok latte@8 kat starbucks pyramid tak?". So I could'nt refuse. He swung by and picked me up around 11 and then shooed to Faiz's place to pick him up before charging for a parking spot in Sunway.

I guess it's useless for us to be there an hour earlier before it went on-air to get seats because practically, it was majorly patronized by their own posse. Even the production crew took up space that was suppose to be for us 'live' spectators. Then again, the venue was quite small and with all the spotlights, the camera crew and the monitors, the place went from crampy to microscopic. It was quite a hustle to move around the set. I particularly felt like a crew myself with the IXUS and the Handycam in both hands. The only consolation from all the fuss was none other than the hot mamasitas that were lingering everywhere around the set. But the only picture I took was -apart from Faiz & Izham's giddy-ish photo of themselves- a Starbucks cup from several angles.

If you thought that Jason Lo's a funny guy, you might want to experience his antics live. He's explosively hillarious. Marion Caunter looks surprisingly sweet in person and I swear that Rina Omar was checking me out. In an odd way but yeah. The show's second guest was a hottie I bumped to earlier before it started. I was busy catching her on video that I forgot what her name was (Help anyone?). Then came the deciding factor for us to be there. Telebury. And also the fact that Faiz's bro, Adlin was playing with them as well. Adlin seems to have a knack for 'junping' to one band to another. It's his trademark these days. Anyways, Telebury was splendid. Overdrive was a typical Brit-Pop/Rock song but executed majestically with a three giutar attack. With Godspeed Your Love, they're hailed as the saviours of our local Brit-Rock inflicted scene with images of "The next Nice Stupid Playground (NSP)" in mind. But last night they proved themselves to be beyond all that hype. They're far better than the now-defunct NSP. More in the middle Rock or Pop than NSP straightforward-poppiness.

So the night ended soon enough after a quick bite at Ravi's. Thanks again for the ride Izham and it was nice seeing you again Faiz. Laters.

Haterade

I have a feeling that I've caused a bunch of people to be pissed at the sight of me. Been getting bad vibes all over for the past few days. What went wrong?

This entry would'nt be possible if it was'nt for Alia. She shoved the date for our next session to next Monday. She's going through stuffs. Tough stuffs and yet the willingness to cut me some slack in this crucial moment made me forever in debt to her. The only thinkable way of repaying her keen kindness is to come up with monstrous amounts of inputs our soon-to-be-named-collaboration. So far riff Nusa 2 has been 'FruityLoop-ed' and morphed into 21 different channels that will enable us to expand sound scopes. Everything is pretty much done ambiguously since there's no certain 'structure' of what is it suppose to sound like. It's like taming a wild bull. I'm just afraid that we have to 'kill' it if it's too wild to be tamed.

I'm done. Do you hate me?

"Don't wake me for another Monday morning"

I seriously need a holiday.

Yes, the semester ended. What I am on now is just a semester break. See, a 'break'. What I need is a momentary escapade from life in reality with a hope that things will slowly make sense and losing grip on life itself is no longer a problem to be considered. In simple terms, -I don't intend to be redundant, by the way- it's a holiday.

Yesterday was a brief relief from pondering about my uninspired, slumping-self and finding methods of dealing with it. I promised Fuzzy a show so Tuesday was the chosen day and The Terminal was the chosen feature. For the record, the movie was splendid by all means. It's nice to see once in a while that the good guy don't usually get the good/bad girl. So after the show we went on a shoe/jeans hunt all over Pyramid but then left without any shopping bags. Something felt tingling-ly funny while we were waiting for the bus. Heh. I know she once mentioned she does'nt take the bus but I did'nt expect the 'does'nt' meant 'never before'. Seeing her eyes as it wildly gazed at the bus's interior was a bit hillarious. And I felt weird giving her tips for buses to hop on in case next time she felt the thrill for another bus-joyride. Called Izzat the moment we droped off in 19. Bugger, he's not available for a jamm session. Thought of dropping by at Mokh's but he's somewhere in Shah Alam. So I ended up lounging on a couch at her place and cuddling Pedro (a first!). Even had a picture taken with this ball of fluffy fur. He was very quiet. Not even a single purr let out (except for the 'yelp' when he got himself stuck somehwere in the back). That kinda reminds me of Fuzzy's demeanour in the bus. Nice & timid. Meow. Heh. Just as I was about to leave, the sky trembled and it went falling like mad. Shoot. A lil' chit chat with her parents later, she drove me home. Thanks again for the lift, dear.


This is my first ever shot with a cat. Pedro has that 'dark' facade behind those whiskers. He's a ladykiller.

This is quite a moment actually. I like this photo a lot. There's a sense of irony to it. Pedro has spent two whole days chasing and blitzing in the garden. So he's practically exhausted and hence, lying in the arms of Fuzzy. But then again just look at that boy. He wants to get out!


....and I thought after a day's spent in the mall, I would be fine. Boy, was I wrong.

Terawikh was as usual, demanding. It demanded a lot of patience putting up with the heat, the long surahs, the always-crampy jemaah and the screaming kids, nonetheless. But when thinking about the calming after-effect, the juice is definitely worth the squeeze. Then something unexpected happened while waiting for Ayah to complete his witir (and later to found out that his slippers were mistakenly stolen).

"Farhan!"

Oh boy. It was Mizi. Old chum. He was one of my closest childhood buddy while we're in primary and halfway through secondary before he shooed off to a boarding school. Our friendship is believed to be genetically-related. You see, our parents were close friends back when (Arwah) Ayah and Uncle Achmad were collegues in the same squadron. Before I moved to uSJ, I've never known of their existence but once we met in Sekolah Agama Nurul Izzah, we clicked in a snap. Knowing later on that we're long-lost family friends, the bond went from cliques to brotherly love. Traded phone digits then he went missing in the crowd of 8 Raka'at-ers He'll be admitted to MAS Academy soon following the footsteps of his MAS-pilot father. He's one of the few offsprings of credible pilots that followed the path their 'winged' father had chosen. I did ambitioned of becoming a pilot once but it changed somewhere along the way. Yes, I'm taking up accounting now -which is something totally different- but I doubt that I'll be making it a practice in the future. I'm prone to hopping job interests. I am predictable but I am also hard-to-crack at times.

....and again I was proven wrong when I thought terawikh would do me better. I'm still shitty

Ayah's off to Singapore on a day trip to attend a seminar. Ibu could'nt help but to tag along. So I'm left here 'babysitting' the other two. Home, bored home.

Suggestions for self-spirit lifting anyone?

The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning

Ramadhan has been a bliss so far. What more to add to all the goodness than having a videocam falling (not literally) out of nowhere? Heh. Ayah played his best 18-holes ever and that bagged him the Sony Camcorder. We're lucky that my step-siblings in Damansara are not into photography (no wonder no one complained about me having the IXUS all to myself for 2 whole months) or videography. Whee.

So there I was last night, gleefully fiddling and tweaking with it when suddenly Fuzzy decided to sneak out -in a sudden crave for fried chicken- and dragged me along as well. It was a pleasant drive all the way to PJ's A&W Drive-In. I haven't felt so comfortable talking to anyone. Everything was, in order. Since the Drive-In hour is up, we ordered a take-out and ended up having DriveIn-g (Geddit?) all the way back through Federal Highway. Fast forward, she dropped me off at home and (probably) joined Shorty and mates somewhere in 15. Thanks again for the joyride, dear.

For the first time in 8 days since my homecoming, I had to be awaken by Ibu's alarm clock-like yell. Ah, yes. We're doing a lil' Raya shopping in Sunway Pyramid today. I need a new shoe. Badly. Sad news is that I can no longer be seen with a pair of Converse prancing the streets of Subang. They no longer have 12s for both Chuck Taylor and Jack Purcell. Shoot. Good news is that I now have my first Camel Active shoe. It was up for stock clearance at only RM99. Neato. I forked out 40 buckeroos from the ATM spending it on guitar strings alone. Eventually it caused Akim to run to Ibu for extra cash since the whole thing costs RM62. Ouch. Dropped by at Fantasy and was a bit delighted there's a lot of new stuff displayed on the racks. I sampled Bjork's Medulla, The Stands' All Years Living and 22-20s' self-titled. Medulla does'nt sound anything like what she has churned out for the past decade or so. It's a very 'reinventing' album. The rhythm track provided by Rahzel is, incredible. I can't really distinguish Rahzel's beat and Dokaka's beatbox since Fantasy's Listening Station has a decently crappy CD player but Dokaka sounded magnificent on 'Oceania'. The Stands is like a UK version of Beachwood Sparks only with monstrous dosage of commercial viability. The vocals echoed Noel Gallagher but a glimpse at the credits, they mentioned his name. Influence. Very strong influence. Perhaps after Blur gone blurry that signalled the end of Britpop, these guys are attempting a revival. But not a very good one I reckon. Galaxie gave the album only a sympathy star out of five. But then again it was reviewed by the mercilessly unapolegetic Edward Gomez. Maybe two out of five would be decent enough. 20-22s sounds like a sad attempt to emulate Jet's success. I mean, it's not that obvious that they're trying to bank in to the Australians rock & roll revival formula but they sounds suspiciously so.

We were at Aunt Norma's when Izzat buzzed me. Adam wanted to buy something in Subang Parade so I was cordially invited to tag along. The thing Adam wanted was'nt available (it's Gerhana Ska Cinta's brand new LP, The New Authentic by the way) so in the end it was me buying a PS2 game and a DVD (Barbershop 2!) and Izzat, well, 3 PC games and 3 DVDs.

I've never enjoyed watching a movie as much as I enjoyed both Barbershop and Barbershop 2. It's black humour at it's unprovoking best. I actually felt connected with it. In Barbershop, Calvin Palmer Jr. (played by Ice Cube) took over the barbershop from his father Calvin Sr. after his passing. He was young, hot headed, and restless. He was so eager to make his life better that he's willing to go to an extent where he's potentially jeopardizing the life of others who depended on the legendary barbershop (apparently, it was the only shop that was 'untouched' during the riot in '68). Luckily there's Eddie (played by Cedric The Entertainer), the longest-serving barber to keep the shop crackin' and to constantly knock some sense in Calvin's frownin' noggin. Calvin almost lost the shop but a series of events later, everything's -as usual- back in order. Things got a notch better in Barbershop 2: Back in Business. All original casts retained, there's growth in the key characters, new characters fit in like a vinyl glove, the profanity intersperse by Eddie is better than ever and oh, wait a minute. There's a new threat in town. Quality Land Development or specifically, Nappy Cutz. A black man's devillish answer to Supercuts. It's off the chain. They even have a basketball court in the shop! Though they almost fall apart from all the (internal) rivalry pressure and whatnot, they kept their heads together and people came flocking in to Calvin Jr.'s Barbershop soon enough leaving Nappy Cutz, crappy. There's got to be a third Barbershop. It's the shiznit.

This entry ain't about me getting down with the ghetto brothas and sistas nor it is about latest records, a new gadget or a shopping spree. It's about how my life is a roller coaster right now. Everything's so volatile. So, worthwhile.

Thank you, You.

Dilinger's Escape Plan Went Awry

Note to self: Do not make anymore note-to-self. Avoiding human traffic is impossible.

I don't want to disclose facts about Anjakan Paradigma just yet. It's still too early to say anything but let's just say that everything's under microscopic-attention. Alia's piano prog. is bleakfully gorgeous. Faring up would be immensefully tough.

So after the jamm session at Alia's, we went to INTEC to pick up the Li when the sky is pretty much falling like mad. Clad in baju (kurung) Kedah and her hoodie, I was greeted with a smack. So to prohibit further smacking, she has to be allowed to 'confiscate' my IXUS. So for a moment we're officially stuck in Shah Alam. Alia dropped me off at Kelana Jaya's Putra terminal. Her initial intention was sweet but the thought of Subang's infamous traffic bumper-to-bumper is unbearable.

Taking the feeder bus from there was the best choice possible to get home by break-fast but I had other things in mind. I took the LRT instead and ended up riding the Komuter and Triton back home, of all intentions of not making sense. Don't ask me why I did that. It was a waste of money, yes. But I did it carelessly. Did it made me feel relieved in a way? No. Not at all. All that 'missled adventures' left me weared out that I missed last night's terawikh. Even as I'm writing, I'm still trying to find the exact purpose of my 'silly' act. The feeling of befuddeled-ness is still very much hovering over me.

*Sniff*. Shit. I've got flu.

(Brackets) for Lady Dimley

Hurghhh. Note to self: Avoid getting out of KL circa the end of office hours. Especially during Ramadhan. Not good. So the Pa'an finally met the Alia. We'll get to that later.

My 1st night of terawikh for this Ramadhan was'nt that bad albeit being alone with no one to have a lil' chit chat. Al-Falah is undergoing a serious interior decorating. Should be done by Syawal. I was (almost) fooled twice last night thinking 2 strangers were my 2 cliques. At first I saw this dude who had an uncanny resemblance to Fareez judging by the side. But how could it be him? How could he possible cut the fro? He could'nt. It was someone else. Phew. Then came this other dude who is without doubt, Din's secretly engineered clone. The walk, the flaunt, the swagger, all frighteningly identical! After the accident he could'nt possible perform the prayer without sitting on a chair. Again, phew.

So headed to Berkat with Izzat and Adam for a drink (yeah right. I ended up eating Fried Maggi). So we talked the usuals. The how-are-yous, the kau-apa-cerita-sekarangs and whatnot. So Izzat's an item with his UIA mate now. Finally. He's always in a nak-taknak state way back when Naqiah was his mi amour. But that was nothing more than infatuation (or so he says now. We definitely doubt that). Adam as usual, happy with his faithful bini, Amira. Today's their 20th month anniversary. Almost two years. I'm impressed. Happy anniversary, bro. At some point while we were talking something about the Saudi Embassy, they took a sharp bend and asked me the most redundant question I've ever had lately.

"Kau bila nak ade awek?"

Argghh. Can't you guys see I'm better off alone? Am I? Argghh.

Sometimes I wonder which is which. To set yourself straight then find that someone, or find that someone to help straighten you up? I'm being honest here. To be frank, people come in my life asking for help/advice and then leave when they're done. This is not a cry for sympathy nor is this a pessimistic point of view. I'm laying out facts. I just realized that I am that kind of guy that would know almost every single thing about someone but people only know me for what they see of me. But then again, no blames should be thrown but at me alone because I don't easily open up to anyone. I trust people easily but not when it's about my emotional state. Hazardous. All this while of bottling up, this time it might've take its toll.


2:30 p.m.

That is when we're suppose to meet. I left the house at 1:15. Arriving punctually is considered impossible. As I was just catching my breath from a mad dash chasing the Komuter, the phone buzzed. Postponded to 3:00. Apparently Mr. Curtain Number Two finally showed up. Heh. The 3:00 soon turned to 3:30 when she called saying that she's finally leaving. Thank God for KLuE. So somewhere around 4:00, the Alia (eventually) landed. Went to Andrew's without skipping a beat while she apologizes the whole way for her delay. Shit. I somehow lost my appetite for CD hunting. The whole time I was in Andrew's was spent going through racks and racks of CD with no certain purpose to meet. Okay so Ba Ba Ti Ki Di Do is there retailing at RM45, a handful of Do Make Say Think releases is a steal at RM70 each, and A Silver Mt. Zion's "This Is Our Punk Rock" could be mine, also for RM70. With so many interesting titles, the absence of the urge to come back to at least own one of them befuddled me. So then after a little 'tour' of the CDs she owned, we left the Magic Den but not without her having teased by Andrew. Heh. I was busted (why 'busted'? I was'nt shooting a clip about you la) shooting a video while she's snapping photos at CM's parking lot for her later-I'll-explain-it-to-you project. Fast forward to a few minutes later, we parted ways at the Masjid Jamek Putra/STAR station. And I parted ways with my Source Tags & Codes too. She loaned me a copy of Tom McRae's debut. I can't really pin down this guy just yet as a favourite but tracks like "You Cut Her Hair", "One More Mile" & "The Boy With The Bubblegun" has already made its way to my heart so instantly. What I like so far about Tom is that his tendency to incorporate creepy programming parts and haunting strings to his already dark yet simple composition that seems to be his strong suit throughout the album. I'm a sucker for string-laden songs. So would I buy any of his releases? The answer is yes. Compared to The Observatory -in terms of electronic sound manipulation- he sounds more organic. Thanks Alia.

Found out something rather interesting yesterday while I was talking with her. I'm a Malayu. Yes, you read it right. It's not a "Melayu" misspelt but Malayu. Apparently there's two very distinctive type. "Melayu" and "Malay". Claiming that both she and Li are Malays, I fall under somewhere in between. Pretty neat. More on this later on.

I'm tired.

Hello Again

Hurm. Just so you'd know that the writer of this blog is free from all exam worries. Yes, the Pa'an is back in good ol' USJ (Am seriously considering writing a song for my beloved yet at times loathed hometown. Oh, sounds so Phantom Planet-ish)

What happened to me for the past 10 days or so? I can't recall much. But FYI, the exam was chaotic. The crew said Costing was hell they even had a "Screw You UiTM!" middle finger-flash fest after that. Accounts was a major upset with almost everyone getting the same wrong answer. Me included. But hey, if Ms. PriceWaterHouseCooper Naimah shared the same answer as I am, It can't be bad right? Yesterday's Management paper was fair enough. It was a smooth sail throughout. Ah, and yes. I am home.

My journey from the spanking new bus terminal that is Medan Gopeng to the heart of KL was accompanied by Ayun and her mate (I reckon it's your class mate, Fuzzy) that I felt idiotic enough not to ask her name. Met them both by chance at the campus' bus stop (thanks Afiq). Upon arrival in CM, Ayun was kind enough to invite me for break-fast with them. McD was the place. Lovely. My first bite of Big Mac after 3 long months. Orgasmic. After a long chit-chat, we parted ways. Thanks for helping me out with the luggage, ladies.

Apart from my family, there's only one person that is certainly happy for my homecoming. Alia. If everything goes right, our debut engagement is underway tomorrow. The place? Andrew's magic den. Where else? Anjakan Paradigma is to fully commence soon.

There's quite a handful of new changes in the house. We now have our very first fax machine with a ringing tone that has already irritates me for the umpteenth time, someone's got approval for sporting a decently-long hairdo (Akim!), my room is surprisingly tidy and very much in order (Akim!), my Jagmaster needs to be serviced (strings are getting way-out-of-hand rusty. Un-Comfortably Numb), were days (maybe weeks) away from installing Streamyx, and there's a new weight scale. "Strictly for 60 kg and below" or so as *Ayah says. As if I care. Heh.

So woke up this morning at Alia's text. Traded a few then I'm off downstairs reading the dailys and whatnot. Suddenly I felt something calling. Yes, it was 'something'. It was my dear Kapok. My 1st ever six-string. It sounded as warm and as fat as I remembered it to be the last time I used it albeit the extremely worn-out strings. This is my muse. Picking it up again, I was instantly inspired to finish my soon-to-be 3rd Malay ditty. Just settled with the intro. Quite a workout as I have to constantly switch from Delay pluck-to-Clean strum at a drop of a hat. I'm relying on my trusty Kapok once again for Anjakan Paradigma. I need this. Hopefully the newbie Jagmaster could offer ideas as well. The Jag, although new, has contributed some earth-shattering, otherwordly riffage that I never dreamt of making. I have this certain modjo with guitars or any instrument for that matter. Inspiration seems to struck whenever I lay my hands on instruments I've never touched before. This is later explained by J Mascis and Kevin Shields as they also experience the same thing.

Shit. They're closing up early this month for Ramadhan. Laters.

*Ayah = As many has explained their confusion, 'Ayah' is my current stepfather. My biological Ayah will from now on refered as (Arwah) Ayah.

Quizilla Galore

You rule. in 15 years, you won't be as known as you
are now, but most of the people that will know
you then will like you (or else I'll beat them
with a stick). You're nice to listen to.

Hmmm. This is kinda neat.

What band from the 80s are you?
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As if you were born into a world of tears, you
always tend to look at the darker things in
life. Inside you crave attention yet push away
society, and you're a hopeless romantic. Drawn
to things like the occult and mysteries, you
spend your time daydreaming.

Now this is scary.

What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Hiatus

Sorry for the scarce in entries, folks. Allow me to briefly explain and to also include recent happenings (If my memory bank is fully functional)

1. Finals are underway. 2 papers down, 4 more to go.

2. Somehow I lost interest in writing. (Cross fingers that it'll be a brief one)

3. Channeling my remaining focus to *Anjakan Paradigma hence, net time is severely decreased.

4. Been crazily overwhelmed by new mp3s and video clips unearthed from Boy (Thanks bro. Kuching rocks).

5. Hazardously addicted to **Challenge Pool. Played 796 rounds to date. Need...help...

6. Already dead broke. Phone credit-wise and cash-wise. And October still has 27 days left. Sigh.

7.I'm unspired to snap photos. Caught everything possible in Bote on the cam. USJ, wait for my return.

8. Ham kept his word by keeping a copy of Seven Collar T-Shirt's single for both me and Efry. You rock, dude.

9. Need a hair trim. Pronto. Another 3 weeks & I'll end up looking like a mat rempit. Not good.

10. Adia unexpectedly reconciled after a year or two. Accidentally hooked her up with Razi. You go, girl.

11. Din's on a year-long study break. Rehabilitating from the accident. See ya soon bro. Happy 19th tomorrow.

12. Feeling unfriendly vibes all over. Something tells me I'm up to no good and everyone despises me.

13. PMR commenced on the 4th. Best of luck, Farah.

14. If everything's according to plan, will be sharing stage with my heroes (Damn Dirty Apes! Seven Collar T-Shirt!), zaniest halflings (Sgt. Weener Arms!), soon-to-be-admired outfit (Kuala Lumpur Post-Harmonic Quintet!), and new friends (Ziel!). Details are as follows (Courtesy Of Alia):

Venue: Liquid, KL (behind Central Market)
Date: tentatively 15th December, trying to shift this to the weekend
Playlist: Damn Dirty Apes
Kuala Lumpur Post Harmonic Quintet
Sgt. Weener Arms
Seven Collar T-Shirt
Ziel
Anjakan Paradigma

(Yes. Headliners are a bunch of insanely talented noise merchants. Am I intimidated? Definitely. Scared? Hell no. Alia has my back. Watch out. Tear-inducing sonic exploits is the order of the day)

Said & done. My last paper is on the 16th (Fasting month!). Next possible entry is still hazy at the moment. Until then,

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

*Anjakan Paradigma - The moniker for the collaboration with Alia.
Yet to work on any material. Awaiting my return for it to finally commence. Current line-up includes Danial (bass), Li (keys), Aidil (drums), yours truly (guitars and possibly, laptop), Alia (keys, cello, angklung & woodwind). Anjakan Paradigma = Alia & Pa'an. Coincidence? No. I call it fate.

** Challenge Pool - A Flash-based American Pool Game. Started early this year but addiction got worse these past few days. Simple and unttractive it may be, but highly addictive it also is.