"You screamed and that made this a beautiful disaster...."

A realisation struck me the other night while I was waiting for Isyak in Al-Falah. While an Ustaz was preaching about the wrong-doing and deceit of modern Muslim, the power suddenly went out. The massive mosque suddenly went from shining bright to pitch black. It is then when I realized how insignificant I am to this world. How I have always neglected my duties as a born-Muslim. I mean, there I was in a mosque -where religiously, it's regarded as Allah's home- in a state where nothing was visible, only children squeals and adults mongering were heard. It was quite a scary moment. It kinda transcended the feeling of being lifeless. Of being dead.

But that somehow does'nt left me in remorse.....

Things began to slowly iron out these past few days. Maybe it's the fact that Raya is just around the bend (9 days and counting, folks). Maybe it's my sweaty palms excruciatingly anticipating for last semester's exam result. Maybe. Definitely maybe.

Last night Izham, me, Hafiq and Efry went to Starbucks Pyramid yet again for Latte@8. For a reason, of course. I'd rather dance with my Jagmaster back home than getting through all the trafic every week just so you could see Malaysia's TV celebs live up-close. Sheesh. Anyways, Elisabelle Tears was the reason last night. The crowd was more massive than last week when Telebury was under the spotlight. There were a lot of familiar faces to start with (Oh Alia, Irman was there too). It felt like it was just another weekend gig with all of them donning extreme indie/emo dress code like they're the lastest fashionistas in town. Elisebelle Tears is known famously for their emo/screamo/emocore leanings that landed them a slot in last year Singapore's Baybeats Festival. Their sound is often described as 'ethereal sonic cacaphony intertwined with heart-stirring howls' by music critics and close-knit peers alike. But last night showcased that they really went under a major surgery. They sounded more matured and refined. With Zamir (formerly from The Accused) now in tow as a backing vocalist, thumping bassist and the band's resident Fancy Pants (he belongs to the New York scene. Highly haute indie couture), they've never been this bolder. Neat. Their number, "Blood On A Wedding Dress" is a killer combo of slow-fast rock 'n roll. I guess it would'nt hurt if they were to be tagged as Malaysia's very own Alexisonfire.

Good news: Ham wants to meet me and Efry tonight so we could have 'Drones' before
hand before it strikes the stores nationwide this Monday. Whee.

(Not so) Good news: We're meeting at 11. So basically, transport is a problematic matter
at the moment. Bummer.