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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.