Pojam

"I feel so lucky today...."




Hahahahahahha. Good times.

Ba ba ba, ba ba ba.

I have an unsettling feeling for the past couple of days. There's no use describing about it since it's very; unsettling.

So after we came back from the airport, I took my sweet time and throw myself on the bed thinking, "When will I get back to my senses. Or when is it coming back to me?". I suddenly found myself purposeless without no apparent (and logical) reason.

But thank goodness for 3 brief yet calming phone calls. The storm in me subsided.

Now that; that's the sound of settling.

Grr Grr Lover

My days are kinda numbered. The parents are off to Mekah this Friday and my babysitting gig is good to go by then.

I have no qualms about it whatsoever but being awesome (worried) parents they are, Ibu and Ayah told us to come up with a to-do schedule (i.e: going for a show - what show? when? where? with whom? Argghh) during the period of their absence just so to make sure that we're preoccupied and not left here dying of boredomness (a noun that has made a prominent appearance in my blog for the past month). Yes, the 3 of us do plan if we were up to something but making a list out of it? That's kinda insanely absurd. And we've yet to reach for that pen and paper.

By the way, last semester's exam result's out. I wouldn't want to give your the rundown but I'm partially ecstatic that my GPA is at its highest ever. 3.33 (yeah, no biggie really). It gave a vital boost to my CGPA as well. Alhamdulillah.

Juventus won their 28th Scudetto! Woohooo!

Ah yes, I've been going on about me being in this band, practice and all but I never really disclose about it. So here.

Fletcher

Everything that you would inquire will be answered there. We composed a pretty comprehensive bio. We also have 3 versions of our 1st song, "No Rush" uploaded. Do leave us with feedbacks if you ever pay the page a visit. It's recorded live in several places using my lappie and Pojam's digicam. So far the response we got are encouraging ones. We're currently perfecting it and working on a new song as well.

I just realized that at this very day last year, it was the day that I wrote my first blog post. Happy anniversary, suckingwhitestars.

We're 2 days away from the Champions League finale. I'm thinking of watching it out of the confines of my own house. At a mamak or somewhere. Join me?

A Funeral (Too Late)

Akim, me and Farah spent the whole day in Suria today. It was Nanas idea. Being the spinster aunt she is, everyone in the family knows that she would buy anything in the world for her beloved nieces and nephews (we're not the only ones, mind you). 20++ years of service with Petronas bought her a potload of wealth. And we're her faithful, cheeky leprechauns.

Me and Akim took a bend to Tower Records to see what's 'dumped' in the bargain barrel (more on this in the coming entries) and guess who I bumped into. Iqa. Apparently she have been working there since a month ago. And you kept hush about it, Iqa? Pfft.

Anyways, hours later when they were busy browsing through racks and racks of book in Kinokuniya, I decided to abandon the ___ For Dummies I was reading and hang around outside. I saw an empty bar stool at Auntie Anne's a floor below and instantly sat there for almost an hour. I was not in the mood to talk. Even casually. Luckily no one bothered (even the staff didn't utter a word).

At that moment. That solemn moment. I 'died'.

The sudden rushing thought of possibly not having a serious relationship at all killed me there and then. I don't know what sparked it. I was someplace else. In limbo. I tried not to think about it. But it ends up just like your favourite mistakes. It keeps coming back.

I was 'brought back to life' minutes later. Left the stall with a large cup of lemonade juice clutched firmly in my sweaty palms. A token of my gratitude for allowing me to 'rest in peace'.

Was that all for something?

Friday The 13th (Bah)

Friday was surprisingly tiresome. Hung out with Fais for a while before Azmir swung by to pick me up for band practice. It was swell. The best part about being in a band with these guys is that they're never short of ideas. And so far the yet-to-be-named song we're working on seems to be evolving everytime we practice it.

Since The Az Bros (that's what I dubbed Azmir and Azhar as) have a futsal match underway at 6:00, we went straight back home without the usual after-hour JMS session. Pojam was invited to a BBQ at 8:00 before the jamm session kicked off at 10:00. I was hesitant to go at first but since I have the car and Pojam was chauffeur-less, what the hell.

The food was great but can't say the same about the peeps though. They were busy with them cliques. So after chow, we went straight to Mokh's not knowing we were the last to arrive. Very unlike me. We cranked it up instantly without much glitch. We went like, 5-6 rounds with each one ended with much-needed relief. The in-house practice sessions surely paid off. When we were packing our stuff, I felt a stinging pain on my right index finger. Shit. It was bleeding.

When we entered the studio's longe area, Karl and co. were there. And guess what? Tessla's CDs are on a free giveaway! Sweet!

Shooed off to Sunway sans Pojam for supper at Sri Bidara. I arrived at home around 1:00. The trafic light at the Summit-Giant crossroad is a fuckhead. It turns red after one and half car got through. Chatted online for a while with the guys and Didi before retiring for the night (or morning). Pojam says Rathnor wants us to play for a post-rock gig. With only one, under-progress song under our belt? Heh. We'll see about that.

Alibi

Maybe some of you noticed my lack in proper entries these days. Maybe some of you don't even give two hoots about it at all. Oh well...

Truth is, being a sneeze away from a chock-full PC with great stuffs and a hiccup away from a braodband internet connection paid a great deal. I lost the much-needed 'urgency'.

Back in Bote, there was practically nothing to do in the dorm compound other than sports (which in domestic definition actuality; football) or a frequent foray to Downtown (a male equivalent to the female cafe stylishly dubbed as Uptown) for a momentary distraction from the burgeoning study workload. So ever since I started blogging, I can be at peace with almost anything rather than driving myself up the wall in response to the boredomness induced in campus. And the fact that the campus doesn't offer in-room internet connection or any of the likes of it fueled my passion for blogging in an odd manner.

I was basically writing entries on a daily basis. It almost became religious. Flooding readers with multiple entries at a time is a common scenario. After all, blogging made a profound impact on my written and spoken language studies (English. Heh). Ever the more reason for me to keep on keeping on right? That's what I thought.

Blogging needs only 3 things actually. Your computer, you and your conscious. So after a while I got tired of staring at a blank, white screen with the blinking text marker waiting for me to hit the right keys that spells, "So today was o.k.". Deja vu is ineveitable. Redundancy is evil.

As much as I claim that this 3 months break is all about 'nothingness' thus far, I realize now that 'nothing is everything'. Less is more. I have been doing lots of stuff other than downloading music off Soulseek and deliberately sleeping at 4 in the morning to wake up approximately 6 hours later circa 10:30 a.m. But this entry is not about re-living those unspoken moments. It's about the lackness of me.

If I were to be in anyone's shoes and reading this, I would say,"He's written this long and still bitching about being 'lack'?". Yes, I am still bitching about it but I've manage to get this far thanks to these 3 things. Me, a pen and a paper. Yes, doing it old school. Literature at its purest form. Handwritten.

Jotting down your thoughts without having your fingers tapping on a modern, plastic piece of technology is better than driving to work without the bumper-to-bumper traffic nightmare. Your own handwriting, no matter how ugly it is (mine's beyond 'ugly'), is inspirational to you by its own right.

I may keep on doing this. It's been the longest of time since I wrote something akin to this on a piece of paper. At least untill I get tired of doing it this way or suddenly I'm demented enough to be halucinating a naked redhead 'flashing' the text marker on the monitor. Nonetheless, I hope this is a fresh re-start.

For now, I'll download more music and will sleep at 4 a.m. See you after lunch.

Hey!

Well, I........

Darn it, I can't write.

Peek A Boo

Hello.

I'm bored at the moment, so here goes.



The weekend in Dungun was o.k. I guess. Despite the insanely humid, rain-less weather and tiresome long-hours of killing time, everything else was quite fine. Spending 4 days there could've been a total boredom if Aunt. Ani, Aunt. Su and family didn't tag along. Before we left, we had a lil' chit chat with Aunt. Dian since she and the whole family was on their way to Klang. I caught a glimpse of Baby -her niece from Medan- and my isn't she a killer. A killer with a killer brain as well. She scored brillintly in her SPM and is applying for aeronautical engineering whereever possible. I haven't seen her for quite a while so I took the chance to catch more than a glimpse. She's fine. And I swear she was looking my way. I don't care for what reasons, but she did look my way. Almost left me grinning the whole day. Since we arrived at half past 9 (the journey was surprisingly bloody stressful), I crashed straight away and missed Subuh along the process.

Nothing exciting happened the next day. Except during lunch. It was then that I knew that I had another cousin. She's Kak Ayu's 17- year old sis. Siti Fatimah. She's sweet and all but she sure is a sight for (the slightest of) sore eyes. Well, we didn't utter a single word but I spend most of my time observing. She looks shy, but on the other hand she's not timid. I sensed that there's an urgency for us to have a decent conversation but we typically gave in to our ego and segan-ness.
I'll make sure the next time we'll be exchanging phone digits. Promise.

Well, the first meeting with the members of the 'no-rush' project was quite swell. I'm glad that we're all on the same terms. I really want this to happen. I really wanna have fun. This project band is potentially a good outlet for me to let go of my strenuous tensions with starsucker and the wide-white band and the soon-to-be-reshuffled Anjakan Paradigma. Fun music made with fun peeps. We'll be meeting tomorow at Azmir's place (sans Shazri. He's in the middle of his finals) to work on his bass line. Wish us luck everyone. We need the big break. Completing a song seems a big one. Oh, we're treading the instrumental route. Yeah, my forte (Heh).

Catch ya'll later.