The Awakening: Revenge Of The Platypus

"Ladies and gentlemen give it up for 'They Will Kill Us All'.."

2004 is yet to draw its curtain but I dare say that that was the quote of the year. Try reading it in a more sinister kind of way. You'll get me. In simpler terms (perhaps in my twisted terms that is), "Applaud them! We're dying anyways!". Clever. Oh, it was from the words of Mr. Jason Lo on the second season finale of Latte@8 last Thursday. They Will Kill Us All is actually a moniker for the guest band of the night. Have you ever heard of them? Possibly, they're new to the scene but the band member(s) are obviously not. Edwin's in it. He was with O@G the last time I saw him, gracing the cover of ROTTW. The (psycho) bassist looked familiar and the drummer has an eerie resemblance to Kalai (could it be him?). Their music is o.k.

RM 16.00

Yup. That was the amount of cash that costs all 8 of us to get to KL yesterday. Yes, ALL 8 of us. Me, Faiz, Efry, Dee, Apai, Picq, Rhue and Izwa. For those who know me well, I almost get people phobic when going out with more than 4 people. You know, 2's a company, 3's a crowd, 4's a family. I kinda live up to it. But 8?! Slump in another schmuck and we'll be your local Slipknot anyday. And me being the oldest (and the biggest, and the one with the shortest hair, and the one with the most off-beat dressing style, and....), I felt like a school teacher on a field trip right smack in the middle of Kuala Lumpur. Faiz was the reason we drag ourselves there and Dee, Izwa, Efry, and Apai was the cause for us to arrive home past midnight. Wayyy past midnight. When it comes to shopping for wardrobes, they're worse than a typical female shopaholic. Insane. So Faiz was intimidated by the crispy clear-ness of Fender's American Telecaster. He was planning on getting one. Bummer. But I got my eyes fixed on an erhu in Woh Fat. It's only RM 105. I've been longing to play/incorporate it in my pieces/own one the moment I fell in love with it's Oriental vibe it transcends. I will get it. And figure out how to play the goddamn thing later. Anyways, I experienced new things:

::- Paying my debut visit at Woh Fat.

::- My first taste of Times Square

::- Funky first ride on the KL Monorail

Flabbergasted fun.



Hafeez swung by a few hours ago for a quick visit on his way home from Terengganu. Good news, folks. Into Wherever... is back, up and running. It's a typical meeting. Same issue, same topic, different day. See, I mentioned about being 'the one with the shortest hair'. Hafeez and a number of other relatives/friends/contact kept commenting, "Oh, stail rambut baru ye?". It's funny. The haircut I'm donning now is exactly the same one I've been sporting for the past 13 years of my life. And they claim it as "stail rambut baru". Heh. Irony 101 is in session everyone.



This is me way back in Part 1. Circa October of '03. I decided to trade the look for something like.....



...this. This is my hair at its longest ever. In the campus library two days before I was 'apprehanded' by examination officials right after the LAW240 paper. After approximately 8 months of sporting a hairstyle that requires the hair to be more than 2 inches long, I went back to my 'roots' and.....



...this is me now. My parents like it. They've always like it. Says I look more presentable this way. Ah, well. Hair grows. They come and go.


Had a peek at Fuzzy's a moment ago. Nice new layout. She wrote this heartfelt entry. It felt like a tribute. An ode. To me. Geez. Am I all that? Kudos to Shorty as well. You're the 'B' in bomb. Both of it.

Rindu banget sama lo Fuzzy. Kita kan ketemu jua nanti. Bila mentari mula mengerti erti kedelapan....

Perlis won the coveted Piala Malaysia. Syabas no...