Le Passion Du Momento

Well, thanks to a series of fate-twisting events, I have been ridiculously busy typing for the past week.

Thinking the law assignment I'm working on is halfway through, I thought that I could use the ample time to work on other stuff. Fletcher's new song, coping up with the classes I missed and all that jazz. But with much credit to Mr. Ragu, I am burning the midnight oil more often than ever for the sake of his attention to detail (which I have nothing against since I am somewhat a retentive as well). Basically I've to scrap everything and restructure it again. He even make me type the whole of Table A of the Fourth Schedule of the Companies Act. Patience is put to the test. Hang on, hang on.

Another reason for my 'workaholic' mode is Nazirah. She's about to come out with a zine. Genuine Mind Zine to be exact and since Efry and Nik Faris "highly" recommended me, I was asked to contribute any written material for the cause. See, my biggest weakness when it comes to writing is that I can't exactly write for a 'reason'. And writing for a zine seems to be one. But then again after much thought, I was tired of succumbing to it so I thought of giving the zine a shot. Since materials are lacking, I roped in Hafeez as well and he immedietly agreed to it. It'll be a great platform for him. He needs (must) to go far. Progress? It's safe to say that I'm enjoying it despite the immaculative rivulsion of meeting deadlines.

The faculty's Family Tag is underway tomorrow. With Iqbal in Melaka and Mimi back home, we'll definitely miss the absence of our captain (and possibly last semester's winning line-up) and our one-lady cheerleading team for the tug-of-war match tomorrow. Cross fingers.

Life is where the good and the bad lies.

Jiff

My cellphone is completey wonked out. SMS is the only option.

The band is working on a third song. We're excited. I'm ecstatic.

Take care.

Let's get loud.

Afiq, Adam and Zhaf came unexpectedly yesterday and unexpectedly invited me to Sure Heboh. None of us ever went for one so why not? I was in the middle of the law assignment so actually I was hesitant at first as the momentum was just kicking in. Then again, there's always tomorrow. Procrastination is in fashion.

We swayed to Mimi's first since the boys want to know where she sleeps. Chit chatted, asked whether she wanted to tag along after which she said no, then we're off to Bukit Jalil and my god were we befuddled. The crowd was insanely collossal. I can almost imagine how Padang Arafah looks like during the Haj season. It was the briefest visit ever and then we left due to our instant 'people-phobia'. It was wickedly scary being surrounded by all that people. It was my first and last visit to such carnivals.

Since we're already there, Zhaf drove us to Mines Shopping Fair for chow. It's been ages since I've been there and it has somehow lost its spark. Or maybe there wasn't any spark at all. Maybe the spark came from my inner-child light. Done with dinner and we zipped to Pyramid with hope there's a midnight showcase but we ended up forking 3 bucks for a 10-minute parking and left. Summit was our last call and it proved to be a very good call indeed. Played an hour-rounds of pool which me and Afiq lost, played Daytona which I didn't 'cause I'm not into arcades and did something out of the blue. We karaoke-d. It was fun. A fun night out. Went home, watched Hewitt struggled against Dent and Chile being samba-ed by the Brazillians before hitting the sack.

I had fun.

Workload to be done.

Godly

I was browsing through the family album when I saw this. Taken a couple of months ago. I didn't realize I was that hairy.




Kinda Kings Of Leon-ish. I might look like that again sometime soon. Not to soon though.

Binocular Eyes

I feel like a stereotypical, old-fashioned writer. Only in the sense that I have a mug of coffee within reach when writing. I am stereotypical, but not old-fashioned.

Well, this mid-semester holiday is bound to be very brief. There's a law assignment I need (must) get on with, 2 more tests to prep for, and heaps of promises to fulfill. A week to get it all done and I'm still gawking over the net for new releases by anyone/band. Ah, tomorrow never dies.

My conversation with Mimi lately had made us both agreed that life in Bote is getting exciting by the day. For me, I owe it all to my newfound pastime; tennis and volleyball. There's something about it all that makes me craving for more. I guess it's the court. I feel totally at ease once I'm in the compound. So what if my service is crooked and off-court? It's my racquet, my balls. Yeah, I got balls.

I am car-less since the Wira is in Damansara which is kinda frustrating because I am too dependant on it. I used to be able to go anywhere within the state by anything that is public. Even by foot. I still am, but not without moaning silently in my head. It's like tennis in a way. Regardless of their top-notch stamina, the reason why they can last long-hour matches is that they're not the ones picking up the balls when it is out of play. In my case, I'm more exhausted picking up balls all over the court (all 4 of them) than actually playing tennis. My argument should be noticed by now. It takes time to get yourself accustomed to things that are 'degrading' in a 'progressing' world. But no one's actually complaining about getting accustomed to things that are 'upgrading' which is a lot tougher. I am lost. Or maybe the world is.

Oh, I saw a book I bought long ago but never really bothered to finish it up. The coffee is still warm. Laters.