Bismillahirahmanirrahim

Fasting's been rather 'fast'. It's already day 17.



Nothing's out of the ordinary about the current order here in Sri Iskandar. Classes are as usual, my daily routine's still flowing as it is, except for the uninterrupted trip to the nearby Ramadhan Food Bazaar.


That, I tell you. Is the only place you'd want to be if you think of shredding your pahala puasa to shattered, microscopic shreds. Of course, gawking at the many delicacies and gorgeously delicious lauks can do no harm per se, but it's the female crowd that proved to be Superman's dreaded kryptonite. It's funny to come up with a summation that as we're nearing the cornerstone of Syawal, girls seem to be having less and less cloth to cover them up and even lesser decency to -at the very least- have mercy on us boys. Please lah. You think it's that simple not to pay attention at what color your thong actually is? Or how your belly button looks in a certain angle?


I went back to Subang last weekend. Nope, I took the bus. Can't afford financing the Wira alone. Ibu greeted me at the door with a giant mug of orange Sunkist. I was 20 minutes late for berbuka thanks to the insane traffic and worsening haze. I can't really recall if I ever break fast-ed with my friends somewhere around town so I consider Saturday's a first for me. Adam, Azhar, Adib, Naem, Bono, Bob (with friends), Syamil, Awoi and me had a nice one at Salmon Steak. Syamil's been absent from our presence a long while now so it was nice yakking with him again. Oh, I dedicate my Chicken Chop Fried Rice to you Dids. Heh.

It was never in my weekend planner to hit Mokhtar's studio for band practice but Adib insisted over and over again that we must so I gave in without much fight. It was a short one-hour session. I thought it was below par for all of us (sound-wise, attention span-wise) but the guys enjoyed it and seemed unsatisfied with the time frame. Headed to Mango and to my surprise, I settled with 3 ais kosongs. Shoestring budget. Even the supervisor/boss asked questioningly as to why I didn't order my usual 1 Litre Banana Shake. Tsk.


On an unexpected note, Hafeez asked the band to score a soundtrack for his upcoming short-movie entrance for the Anugerah Filem Pendek. Knowing him, I know it'll be an extremely uphill task for us since we somewhat share the same penchant for ambience/brooding music; an ocean where Telephony Delivery's yet to set its sail. Regardless, I'm seing this as the best chance for us to challenge our working ethics. Bend the rules, break the barriers.



Now where the hell is Tash? Gian Yahoo! Pool ni.