I miss writing.
Seriously, this is going to be chronogically confusing.
Looks like my pre-charted plan to revive
starsucker and the wide-white band and (possibly) kick-starting a brand new
Anjakan Paradigma will have to suffer the strenuous 'on-hold' period. I'm back in Bote. Yes, I'm still an Accountancy under-graduate under the flag of UiTM Sri Iskandar, Perak.
Thing is, the "appeal database" was fucked-up so my result was fucked badly. Honestly, I was mentally-set to pursue something different and start my life anew. But again I'm forced to give in to my inner insecurity and took the appeal much to my family's delight.
Everything was so sudden that I found it impossible to inform my soon-to-be bandmates, close buddies, and even informed-family members (not everyone knew about my dismissal). So I was declared MIA by most of them until they managed to get a hold of what's going on.
My former-now-current classmates and roommates (me and Amir are no longer a duo. Zeid joined our pact with much quirky aplomb) was hit with tsunamis of ecstaticness the moment they knew that I wasn't in Bote for a 3-day visit. I didn't know I had
that kind of impact. Luckily the registration was a smooth sail since the new Programme Co-ordinator, En. Razak is as laidback as a palm tree. Only letdown other than me having been limited to 12 credit hours -which is a cause of my elaborate freetime- is that mid-term tests is underway soon. So far, coping up is not a problem.
While I was in Pudu the day that I went for registration, I sent an e-mail to Adly Syairy Ramly. For those who aren't familiar with him, he's currently a columnist in The Malay Mail. He has been one of my favorite local writers ever since I paid attention to his editorial jobs at the now-defunct TONE magazine. My e-mail was asking him a favor of giving me tips on being a good writer and also requesting constructive feedbacks on the album reviews I did. It took him almost a week to reply amidst his ultra-hectic schedule. What I expected as an answer reply turned out to be igniting more thoughtful questions. Will have to write back to him. He apologized for the late reply. This is getting fun.
This semester's most anticipated highlight is noneother than the faculty dinner. It's my batch's turn to run the show this time around. The
Bangunan SUK in Ipoh is the chosen venue. Although I'm not directly involved in any department, I try to help out any way I could. I did told myself to keep things between myself. In other words, not fully committing myself in it. Just being the extra hand is good enough. But after the weekly commitee meeting, Zhaf (who is in charge of gifts and presents) told me that I'm the prime candidate for the male MC. Formal MC. Great. I've never MC-ed before so it was quite a big deal for me to accept at first. And then I did something totally redundant. I asked
Fuzzy's opinion. My conscience yelled back.
"Farhan you silly fool, you. Haven't you learned that Fuzzy will always be pushing you into realms of the unknown and in the end be forever grateful to her?"
Yes. In my silence I have learned. Thank you, dear.
Just when I thought being MC was enough, Adam called me to his room later that night out of all secrecy from the other boys. It was Meg in his room. Strumming the
Kapok. Looking half-dead serious. So it is. I was roped in for guitar duties alongside him, Adam and Ikmal for performing for the dinner. I almost laughed my head off when they told me that I am to handle the blazing guitar solos for The Muffins'
Mimpi Lagi and Flop Poppy's rendition of
Teratai. But then I didn't. They were positively-dead serious. See, I never fancy guitar solos and is the last person on earth you'd ask to perform one. Let alone two. Even when me and my boys jamm to Nirvana's
Smells Like Teen Spirit, we left out the solo which is arguably the simplest of it's kind ever crafted. So I was quite hesitant at first. But since Adam has became such a master in persuasion, I raised the white flag and agreed to it. So yesterday we had our second practice session (the first one was at my crib the day before) in De'Rhythmix. It went quite well. We have another two weeks or so. Should be okay.
Alia gave me a call while I was in Aunt Sue's. Yeah, yeah. I am to blame for being so quite this couple of weeks. But just bare in mind that no matter how long I keep myself down low, no matter how down low I keep myself for so long, my friends and families are never neglected.
Thanks to
Faiz, my quest for
The Dissociatives' debut came to an end. The very next day after Rock The World V, he bid Malaysia goodbye for a fortnight long holiday in Brisbane. He said it best,
"CD The Dissociatives kat sana bersepah macam CD Ruffedge." Heh. Right on. Of all his overseas CD-splurge catalogue, that trip of his to Brisbane was the most rewarding I presume. He scored Radiohead's hard-to-pin Disc 2 of the
My Iron Lung single. It wasn't available in London's HMV either. Lucky bastard.
The thing with most major universities sharing the same mid-semester break is kind of neat. It's the only time when me,
Hafeez and Izzat can reconvene and pledge allegiance in the name of endless sonic exploits. Monday was our first time in De'Rhythmix. It was by far the best alternative studio in case Mokh's is out of the plan. With only RM2 difference in rate compared to Mokh's, given the mediocre space and decent equipment, Studio B is quite a clever choice. What made the studio striked a chord with me so instantly is the fact that the moment I entered, I saw 3 footswitch pedals laying on the floor much to my disposal. Nothing fancy though. You have the
Boss Noise Surpressor, the typical
Boss Metal Zone, and the at-times-reliable
Boss Super Chorus. But again, how often can you come across these stuffs being left on the floor of a normal commercial jamm studio? Exactly. I can't recall when but sometime during our free-jam freak outs, Hafeez accidently sang,
"Bila kau nak insaf?" over and over again. I found it very compelling and complimenting that I thought if we work it out, it would turn out to be something good. It did. It was the best spontaneaous thing the 3 of us wrote since
Sniffing Scattered Charcoal Dust Pt.1 (Anna's Key). Primal. I've got to give props to Izzat this time. Although his drumming is still shabby here and there, he excelled in understanding the whole "beyond-normal-lazy-beats" concept that I tried shoving up his behind since long ago. And his play of moods has also improved crucially. And Hafeez has finally came out in the open. He's no longer holding his voice back. He threw it across the room in sheer bitterness. Brilliant.
Laters yo.
