UiTM Di Hati Ku

I look like a freshman.

Woah

Sigur Ros's new album is COMPLETED.

w00tt!!

That Party, The Death

Azhar turned 20 on the 12th. Since he and JMS had a gig on the big day itself, the do was postponed last Saturday.

The whole affair was like a gig after-party with a funny twist. As much as almost everyone that came have their fair share of love-hate association with the commercial masses, they all flocked in the house just to see wheather Mawi forgot his lyrics again, or could Akma pulled it off given the Siti tune she was singing to. Yes, everyone dah demam.


But no, the whole night wasn't as jubilant as we thought it would be.

Pojam sent an SMS.

His mother passed away last Friday. He was in KB when he sent it.

Al-fatihah...

Be strong, bro.

Transnasionalist

Not too long ago, USJ 2's Petronas kiosk did something groundbreaking. Sharing their lot with A&W. But sadly (or fortunately?) it didn't last prominently long. Sales were by the way; mediocre.

The only reason I mentioned it was because that 'merger' thingie isn't that groundbreaking anymore. The one in USJ 21 is doing it with KFC, and the ones in Skudai, Pelangi Indah and Sg. Besi are doing well with McD. The idea of integrating petrol kiosks with fast food joints under one, metallic cubicle roof is personally for me, no more than a novelty thought. They're obviously taking the term 'oily fast food' to a literal level. Amusing.

While I was in JB, I accidentally unveiled an interesting family fact. Abg. Hisyam have been blessed with 15 years of marital bliss and 6 wonderful kids. As most of us are concerned; it is required to state the father's occupation in a child's birth certificate. Abg. Hisyam -being his job-hopping self- have without notice did something historic. Take a look at this and sum it up yourself:

Child-Job
:: Nur Dhaniyah-Marketing Executive
:: Nur Mohd. Daniel-Singapore Airport Operator
:: Nurnazirah-Tour Guide
:: Nurnabihah-Service Assistant
:: Nur Mohd. Haziq-Businessman
:: Nurhaziqah-Landscape designer/contractor

6 different jobs! Amazing!

Again, something struck me while I was on my way to catch the bus ride back home. Almost 70% of Malaysian who commutes by express busses chose Transnasional as their preferred bus service provider. I on the other hand, in true against-the-tide clamor chose Konsortium Bas Ekspress Semenanjung ever since my 1st semester in Bote.

Then after reading Alia's latest update, it makes perfect sense. I am proud to be a Malaysian and yet I am against almost everything that generally defines a Malaysian in the naked eye. So I guess its okay to live anywhere but here. As long as the flag is proudly raised in your heart. No matter in what corner of it.

With all the things said above. It has come down to one, idyllic conclusion.

Nationalist is passe.

Here comes the new breed of transnasionalists.

Your God Loves Disco Loud

The parents will descend soon in KLIA. I'm off to JB at 4 until Monday.

Maybe a little time off away from home would do me good. Maybe. I tend to believe so. I've no idea why.

It's merely a month away before the dawn of a new semester. I'm partially anxious, partially excited and wholly aghast. It's going to be the ride that I've been trying to escape from. Nevertheless, I'll make the very best of it.

On a side note, the band's doing fine. We're already working on the 2nd song that is also tipped to be a far cry (and a goddamn mighty one) from No Rush. Hopefully -God-willing- it will be done by the end of this month. The aim's realistic but kinda vague. Syamil will be back in college soon, Pojam's career is in full swing, Azhar will be bombarded with exams, and Azmir, well, by August he's gone overseas. With all the support and encouragement thrown at us, we deserve another song under our belt. Pray along with us will ya?

You are always concerned of my well-being. You always drag me up from the ditch.

Love, love, love.

They're all yours.

Agnus Dei

Everything has been quite a blinding blur. The more things unfold, the more ignorant I am of them.

Last weekend was fueled about you-know-who doing you-know-what. All 3 days of it.

It's hard to admit the fact that I am being colder towards everyone. A fact that I alone can attest to. A fact that will be cemented once everyone realizes about it. A fact that has placed me in denial all this while.

Till this very day, my search for someone (regardless of gender, mind you) that I can blab absolutely anything with is far from the ever-elusive finish line.

Maybe it's because I chose to be 'nothing'.

As much as I loathe self-loathing, as absurd as it can be, it is impossible to get away from it.

Is it possible to miss something/someone you have no idea off? Because right now, right this moment, I miss my old self.

That's it. I'm spent.

The joke's on me now.