I'll See You Yesterday.

(The title's grammatical error is on purpose. Has a little personal meaning in it)






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SHIIIYAT (!) ,



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KNOW ,




GOOD



BYE




TWO THOUSAND EIGHT (!)




And by typing, and reading it this way STILL won't disrupt the cogwheels of time :(


It's all flashing by too fast. My stubble seems to darken faster now. My 2008 resolution didn't even have a tick. My hair is now tickling my collarbone. My luck is flaking out like dandruff, along with my charm. The ABS still won't carve out from the flABS. The "first's" are yet to arrive on this platform. And George Bush finally got the boot (that, and literally, got the boot, and he ducks). Haha, well no complaints on that. BUT STILL,

2009,

Please I beg you. Please slow down like you have an old lady looking for her glasses in front of you.

I Hope You Like Ketchup On Your Fries.

As of the 20th of December 2008
(and the post below this one is on the 19th)


And I thought, I'm free from every puny clutches of high school and unsettling memories that comes with it, until this day, where I had to wake up at 7.40 AM in the friggin morning. And the freezing cold shower that followed was pure torture. The only thing that's different this time from the usual school get-up is, I don't have to neatly comb my hair behind my ears. Phew

Why did I wake up this early you may ask ? ...

YE TAKDE ORANG TANYA (!) . Even if you're not asking, I'm still telling. It's for my 6 hours worth of Ceramah-Bengkel-Praktikal-Apekemendaentah. YES I KNOW I'M 18, AND IT'S A MAJOR DISGRACE TO MY KIND THAT I CANNOT DRIVE YET. But you'll see who's laughing when I'm riding away with my yellow-butt volkswagen ;) . Or maybe, you'll still be laughing when you hear how the engine sounds like a drum machine goes horribly wrong.


Deprived of my sweet sweet sleeep, I endured myself through. For the first 3 hours of it, there was this speech on the obvious, what you should and should not do when you're on the road. The test I set myself on, how long can I hold up my eyelids up, I failed it BADLY. I pretty much slept throughout the whole speech. It's not my fault his talk has a snooze-factor that beats that of a sloth. He friggin mouthed out, every single word, for every sentence, with such proper Malay accent and pronunciation. And the way he tried to make it funny, is like he was reading script boards.

The much needed lunch-break gave me some juice to make it through the second round of the seminar. Being out in the open sun helped a bit in lessening my sleepiness (yes,the first speech took that much toll on me). He made maneuvering that little Kancil seemed so effortless. I'll try not to think that it's gonna be a breeze, because If I do, the laughs that's gonna follow, will be twice as hard.


Oh and there's this chinese-looking malay, or a malay-looking chinese girl that stood near me. And she's pretty cute :#) . (Let's call her Moi) Hehe. And when the group was divided, she chose the group that I picked, and still, she stood close to me again :P . And we did exchanged quick, awkward stares. Alright, loathed fuzzy spikes crawling up my spine again, I think it was just a sad case of "shok sendiri" . But I did still put up a tight, attentive face, and tried my best not to lift my arms. The hot sun + strong wind = Sweaty armpits + embarassing toxic wafts. So to make minimum arm motions was the best thing to do.

And the part where we were briefed about the insides of a car. The dude was pretty funny :D . With his unmistakable Utara accent, that only enhanced his spontaneous antiques. And I heard the girl laughed, although very discreet, but it did make my cheeks to involuntarily twitch.

Soon after everything's done, then I had to wait for a Kancil with Ellapan Driving Center (my driving center) written on it's front doors for the ride back home. While waiting, I stood restlessly as I stole glances to see Moi. My mind was playing various scenarios where involved me walking up to her with clever ice-breaking lines, that soon lead to getting her number. But being a guy who's having a growing hate for his ridiculous shyness, of course the plays inside my head were not carried out. And the voices inside my head, all simultaneously shouted STUPID (!) . But what I do know, is that, she lives in Subang. Thanks to the Utara-bred instructor when he asked her, including the other students where are they staying. Well, well, fate has his funny ways in binding it's roads, and I hope ours will intertwine once again, and I hope by that time, I've sufficient confidence to say "Hey" :)


Later that evening, I decided to untangle the day's hectic knots by skateboarding, along with Ilyas. It's good to see that my friends are all picking skateboarding back up. I'm reliving good memories man. Damn :) .

I don't know what got into me that day. It felt unfamiliar. That surge to try something new was unmistakable. I was, stepping out of my comfort zone, of just kickflipping on a flat cement. Never have I did before in the previous years, but today I just went for it, and I went to bed feeling accomplished :D

The crap I'm yapping about :




After numerous bails, FINALLYYY GOODDAMMIIT :D . Oh, and do ignore my flailing arms of victory.


Oh and something extra :




My ugleh, sketcheh double kickflip

Thankyou Ilyas for recording the videos :)

All and all, today was a good day. Landing something new, will always poop out "good day" at the end of it, no matter how crappy you think the start of the day is. It'd be better if I got enough ballz to ask for Moi's number tho. Oh well, well. My college's in Subang, so who knows, who knows :)

Reincarnate This Shiaatt.

Like how I vowed, I am going to write on this no matter how strong the ropes are pulling my fingers back to it's stationary post.

And on this very day, that reeked simplicity in every second of it, was somewhat a bit too sturdy to be knocked off from my memory. The beginning the day itself, that involved me waking up as early as 8.40 am (and that's no easy feat) , was nicely welcomed by my deeply-missed passion, oh sweet skateboarding. I woke up, finding taking a shower's useless on the fact that I'm gonna be showered with sweat anyhow, took my shoes and my plank of wood to see Imran and Meor waiting outside of my door, with the same anticipation beating through our feet. Oh did I tell you, Imran just got back from L.A ? Welcome back home, man :) . Not enough that I was excited like heck, but what greeted me on Imran's back seat scraped all of them golden crusts on my eyelids like magic. I SAW A BLACK, FLAT VANS CAP, WITH SKULLS EMBEDDED ALL OVER IT :D . "Amacam ? Kau suka tak bro ?" said Imran, with a little tone of accomplishment, for he has prank-ed me that he did could not find me a flat cap, instead he brought me Nerdz. HELLJYEAH (!) , the cap's awesome man (Y) , fits BOB just comfortably well :)

The cap :






That soon met a little personal touch. AND NOO, I'm not nuts enough to directly paint on that Los Angeles flap , I painted the teeth on a sticker, and pasted it on later.

Then, we moved out to Mont Kiara, the fresh morning wind blasting against my face through the opened car window, accelerated my spirit by the minute. As we're there, we saw NO ONE :D , THUS zero-risk in triggering anyone's noob radar :D . Shiiiat, being reunited with my yellow wooden baby, after so long, felt so good. Well, not at it's max, as the trucks were so wobbly, I can't even go down a ramp with me shaking like a boneless octopus at the end of my momentum, wait they don't have bones in the first place don't they ? ugh WTV. And in the end, I didn't utilize the park as much as I wanted to. But long-forgotten tricks, most of em, were landed, although sloppily, but that could do :) . And I'm still bummed out that Matt could ollie on the funbox, as I failed to do so. And Meor's 50-50 down the box was gnarly, his skills evolves scarily rapid, one day his Ollie is as awkward as shaking hands with the President, the next, he'll be ollie-ing 10-stairs, with a steep slope catching his landing, no frikkin less !

After a long morning, with a sweaty shirt that has enough moisture to shower your mom's little petunia garden, and jeans with enough cement dirt, to give you that Indon-construction-worker-look, me with the rest of the guys decided to fill our breakfast-deprived tummies at Fend's after a little visit to Adam's purely envied mansion.

I know this post's nothing much, but it is dedicated for that sheer simplicity of that flaming rush you get after getting something, you've been missing like only-God-knows-how-much, after the longest of time. Although, my skateboard has been there all this while. But, what I meant was the togetherness of this shit, and that healthy competition I've been craving like a hungry lion on the phase the gazelles are migrating.

The Cheese Between The Buns And The Patties.

When silence roams your little room, and all you can hear is the drones of the air-cond along with cold air stroking your skin,suddenly (!), the switch will be flicked ON. The switch of wanting-to-write- something-but-without-any-rational-motive-or-relatable-topic, that is.

It's starting to annoy the crap out of me, on things, can't happen altogether. It's either you have the mood to write, but with no specific topic to write on (like now), or you have so much to spill, but you just don't have inspiration surging in the veins. And also, you have the topic, and you're all inspired to send the fingers to work, BUT WTFFFF(!), you just don't feel like writing on the topic you're intending to serve it a post, but instead you go off course and write random posts with content that is close to none (like now :D). Or worse, when your brain only radiates out "....." . But there is a time, when you FEEL like writing, and you HAVE the topic, and you are in the mood to write ON the topic you want to. But that comes as random as mood-swings.

I have two posts pending, that I've vowed to post them. One happened yesterday, and the other happened the day before yesterday. But that's just it, my brain is not processing the necessary requirements for me to write on them. So wait it up :)


Oh it's not so quiet anymore, the steady drones of the air-cond is now overlapped by the intense snoring of Edraj :D . Our fast-paced pillowing session must've taken quite a toll on him. And I can feel the switch (refer to paragraph 1), slowly leaning towards OFF now. So I guess I'm gonna hit the hay, and listen to A Fine Frenzy and take off to my short escape out of reality :)

A Wrinkly Wonder

To see that innocent, feeble smile along with a shaky thumbs-up, is mega-worth sacrificing a comfortable, seat back home :)

That Little Space Between Nothing, And Nothing.

www.engrish.com. The best thing ever since Ogrish





Only God knows how over-flooded my drafts are, with posts that have two paths paved for them, to end up in the piles of craploads of nothingness, or to be an eyesore to you avid readers :) . This is supposed to be in that bunch too, but im forcing my way through the frikkin writer's block. Urgh, it feels almost as that little struggle to wake up from bed. But it doesn't come close, at all. Nothing comes close to that mega burden of stretching your way to consciousness, and to flip over that cold blanket feels like wrestling with a mother python.

And I'm not making sense I know. I'm just relieving this tangled up thoughts, thoughts revolving what, that itself is vague. Imagine a full bladder, and this, this..well, go figure. I don't wanna ruin your appetite for reading this.

As if there is actually beneficial to be reaped off from here in the first place. Haha.

Not like a script, what's written here just flows down from the tips of my fingers, like a waterfall. Just to fulfill this urge of just just, writing. A therapeutic exercise, yes it is. And if you actually reached the end of this, following your judgment on what has been crapped out, it is either a perfect waste of a few minutes, or if it's not as crappy as I think is, than, hm, thankyou for reading :)

This is to prove nothing. And, I don't think I'm done. I can still feel that uneasiness for not completing a task, like this is even a real task to begin with. But IF I continue, I might just be removed from people's links for excessive crap bombings. So, good day :)

Flash Me A Smile, Luna

(No I did not take the picture. Note the swell watermark "Samuelraj photography" in the bottom left of the picture)


Did I tell you I was a witness on the day the heavens smiled down on us ? :)



Thank god for that sudden urge to look up, for being a huge fan of the sky, it felt natural. I was caught off guard, but the sight that met my eyes is now permanently stitched inside my brain. I saw the purple night sky, giving us the brightest smile ever. Venus and Jupiter as the bright, sparkling eyes and the cute little crescent forming the golden lips, smiling.

If it is still in the sky as we speak now (IF you're reading this at night) , I'm gonna gather round a campfire, melt some marshmallows on a stick, and gaze to that brilliant face high above, to sleep. Feeling somewhat secured, while thinking an imaginary pair of eyes is watching my safety.

So what if I'm cruising off track and letting my mind wanders loose ? :D . I ain't gonna see it for the next 48 years. Wait, 48 years ? . That ain't too long (compared to other astronomical events, which the time gap can reach up to, hundreds, thousands of years) . Alright, anyone joining me for that campfire, half a century from now ? :)

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