Honesty On A Stick.

If it has a door, it'll look something like this.




Holy shit, not again.


I'm starting to think it was never their fault, well not for the most part of it at least. You were all different, but it will always ends up the same way. So that could only roll down to one conclusion,

I, just, plainly suck.


What bummed me out the most is that, it all went kapoot right before I could even prove my potential. I'm sick of it I tell you, sick of falling in it and falling out of it. It made gravity a joke, because you thought you were going up, with a jetpack running on the fuel of hope and sweet sentences, when it was a busted parachute all the whole while. I'm tired.

If you think you're scared of our kind to grow a pair of horns and a tail towards the end of the phase (mostly triggered by those who thinks by the tail in front), and keeping em even after the phase is over, then imagine the fear of those who begs to differ, on repeated rejections.


What the hell's wrong with me man. Damn,I need a can of Redbull to brush this haywire off my chest.

There's No Other Awesome-er Mother

As Of 15th Of March 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHERR ! <3 :) ♥

The continuation of this post shall be pending, it's supposed to be put up with somethin-somethin that I'm currently working on :)

Deary Demeanour For Dining In The Diner For Dinner

This is just a random one, just for the sake of sympathy to see what's on the right side of my blog, under the archives. Sigh, March (2), I am sorry . Alright, now make it March (3) ! :D


Highlights of the day ?

I'll do it tomorrow :)

See yehh !

The Witch Leeched My Sandwich, B-tch (!)

I've so much in my head that it's not even funny. I don't even know where to start, but that's nowhere near as deadly as me not knowing where to stop. With exaggerations running in my veins, and procrastination made everything accumulate, expect this one to be a long read. And I mean, a really LONGGGGGG one. Go grab a coffee or something, Caffeine is good to keep you awake throughout this whole thing, and the song, if it's not helping, yes you may pause it. So here I go :)


One Saturday, I went to my friend's birthday party, Syafique. And with gathered complaints on the massive thickness of Bob, and wishes to see a major make-over. I decided, on the afternoon itself to thin Bob for all it's mercy. I've watched once on E!, about the Do's and Dont's of wedding whatnots, and one of em was, DO NOT, get a haircut (or a tan) before the big thing. Sigh. Sure, Bob looked fine after it's all blown dry and all. But towards the end of the day, when mysteriously Bob dried up like the Sahara, it looked like, I'm sorry Bob,..shiat. But enough about Bob, it's about the party. It was a COSTUME party. How we got our costumes, (US meaning me, Matt, Nabil, Izhar, Adrie, Amir, and Aiman) is a little bit random, with a tinge of coincidence. They wanted to hang around first and buy some ciggies, since the party hasn't started yet, then we saw, our costumes, settling nicely in plastic eggs.
(Ala, mesin tikam tu) . 50 cents were inserted, and there we go, our costumes, handsome, fluffy, MOUSTACHES :D . Of various thickness and shapes. Oh did we look smashing. Nabil look like some Mexican, only he was missing a Sombrero. Matt looked like a 70's dad. I, well they said, looked like Dave Grohl, ehehe :") . Well the moustache looked like it really grew on Izhar's upper lip, it looked so naturale. Adrie, too, looked, like a mexican mofo. Amir, looked like a Dato' , and Aiman, with his moustache to be only in the shades of light gray, looked like a grandpa, a cranky one. I don't have a picture tho, but my college friend happened to be the photographer, so I'll post em here the moment I get em :) . There were live bands, or a Monoxide reunion gig as I saw it as. The beef chops were delish tho. Oh the best costume had to be, Syaf's mum. She was Fred Flinstone with a rainbow fro :D .

Oh shit, this is only the first bit of the whole sandwich. I'll try my outmost best to shorten the rest below.

Then, the next day, Sunday is ANOTHER birthday. Tira Ben 10's :) . But the story did not start directly at the party. Earlier the day, I was rehearsing, for something, which I will elaborate on the next paragraph, fret not ;) . I bought a plain slip-ons from Summit, to doodle on for a present. So in the time gap of only 3 hours, wait make it 2, slept the, soon regretted, first hour off. So, as I stare semi proudly on the XLR8 painted on those shoes, I remembered I've to get ready, as Mus was about to fetch me. Mus was already on his way, and I've only switched on the hairdryer to prep Bob off. Bob was in, a VERY, very bad shape at the time, a few minutes would not do any justice anyhow. Sigh. Why did I ever had that haircut. Bob was bad, now it's bloody worse. So whatever. Kota Kemuning, doesn't have the friendliest roads, that's fer sure. We had to go over, err, I've lost count, roundabouts to just end up at the starting line, that's in the form of a signboard that wrote "Kota Kemuning(straight), Kemuning Utama(left). Finally, when we're there, the amount of people present, made me to pretend I was tying my shoes when infact the knots were just fine, just so, the time for me to go inside, is prolonged. That pre-party awkwardness, I hate that. So, then, the normal party works, I ate, I tried not to spill anything, Tried to brush off that feeling of stink-eyes are watching my every move. Oh, one conversation with this one lady, made me to confirm "That's it, Bob you're going off" . Damn. At least Tira loved the shoes :) . Oh and thankyouuu for the rock hard, frozen Segi's Valentine cookie :)


From this



To this :)


Tira, the birthday girl and Utt :)

Wow it's only story no.3 , and it's already as long as how long I took to know that lingerie is pronounced as lounge-a-ray, rather than, linger-rie. That was unecessary, I know.

And what was on on Monday, was what I was rehearsing for. A small play for Mus's assignment. Now get this, there were two actors, me, a boy, and Mus's sister, a girl. And the character we had to play was, Cat Lady, an old female granny, and Alex, a male pervert. Now by the stressing of gender, with tinges of sarcasm, I know you can already guess, which played which. Yes, mother of mercy, I WAS THE SAGGY SOOMAKAH, CAT LADY. And Mus's sister was Alex. Oh the irony. As that sounded bad enough, my ever so creative friend, asked us to wear COSTUMES, YEAYY :D . I shaved off every living life out my stubble just so I would fit the part, I had painted on wrinkles, and here's the classic part, I had to wear a baju kurung, a kain batik, and a selendang, that rests lightly on my head to reveal a front portion of beehive Bob, just like a Mak Datin. Don't forget the croaky accent. Mercy was given more, on Mus's sister where she had only to put on a cap, and a painted moustache, and a beard. YES, I HAVE PICTURES AND A FEW VIDEOS IN MY PHONE :D , but hell no it's going on the net ! , and if you're good with the negotiation, I've to hold your phone just so you won't abuse the magic of Bluetooth. I acted like a nut anyways, with plenty of stutters and brief amnesia moments. But for the sake of paving my memory lane, oh what the heck :) . Then, the lecturer treated us all at Mamak Village. The lecturer reeked of charisma and witty wisdom, with his Utara slang and few missing teeth, his stories, even on snooze-level topics like politics, he made it funny :)




....


Azlan, Epic Failure, Mus the scarily creative director, Scarily creative director's sister


Okay story number four's done. I shall squeeze in just one more, just one last bit. Go wash your face or something.


And on Tuesday, I went to Segi to help Azlan for his side project. Damn, Segi was so empty I could've almost imagine that dust-twig-brush ball that usually rolls on a desserted cowboy town, rolling on Segi's polished tiles. I had to act, and wear costumes again, hm alright, it was only a mask. But still, it was a mask of a lower half of a mutated human rhino. I wanted to wear Mus's own made Joey Jordison's mask. Damn, you made me into a wrinkly weezer, and still, blegh, nvm :P . Hahaa. So, it was basically an extension of the play I acted in on Monday (the same script applied even to Azlan, and other I-forgot-the-name-of-the-course's students). J, a new friend I made that day, was this maniac court jester crook (complete with a masquerade, and matching antics) . So, what I was basically, an accomplice who finally betrays what J acted as, along with Azlan and Mus, which at the end of the thing, beat the life out of J. I was also responsible for flicking the lights, on and off 8) . Sure, it was a wrap for the play, but not a wrap for my day ;) . Then, later that night, me, Mus and Faye, randomly had a crazy idea. Mus and Faye took turns to wear Joey's mask, and I was still stuck with the rhino retard look, but that's okay, noone would recognize me anyhow, and we terrorized the streets of PJ, while in the comfort of the car's leather seats 8) . We peeked our heads out and turn to cars beside us, and we : 1) Made a chinese old man smile 2) Made a guy to pretend to not see us, and to cover up his chicken feathers, he shakily bopped his head to some radio song in shivers and made a phone call without his lips even moving 3)Made UM girls in a Kancil to screaaaammm and slow the Kancil drastically down 4)Made an indian woman scream with bulged eyes, to a standstill 5) Made a bus driver roll down his window, slowly revealing his confused look, and his moustache 6)Made an awkward conversation with a macho indian "Mat Kereta" , which soon zoomed off as quick as hell the moment the traffic light's green. To calm down the insane laughter session, we decided to cool off with a sheesha at Faris Advanced :)





Slipknot new lineup, HarHar


Played drums upside down.


Why ?

Actually, I still some little bits and pieces to spill on here, but to shed some mercy, I'll spare it for another post. Thanks for reading, to those who did not give up hope. I hope this won't happen again, I mean, sandwich-ing all my posts in one oversized blob. Peace :)

"In Your Faces, Alligators" - Iffat

Man, this feeling's strange. You know the kind where you went to your hometown for a tad bit too long, and when you're finally home, as a familiar aura wraps around you, and you say "I'm homeeeeeee" .Ahah, that's it.


So my dear neglected, fungus-filled blog, "I'm homeeeee :D"


To celebrate my "mampus tak layan" return, I decided to spice things up with a new blog layout. And I don't think a plain, mundane, simple, blank, "-_-" white layout deserves the term "spicing up" , but oh what the hekk, the robots in my last layout were getting rusty.

And yes, 98.998856 % of you my readers, you have your prayers answered. No more bleeding ears, and no more light-speed mouse-to-pause-button action. I've my Kangarooster Meadows removed, in replacement, with a much, much more calming tune :)


A lot had happened in the time gap between this post, and the last one. And not your normal "I woke up, had breakfast, went out for a drink, dinner, sleep" blog posts, one even me involved me in my mum's baju kurung and selendang, AND HELL NO THERE AINT GONNA BE PICTURES FOR THAT ONE !!, Bob's bloodshed, and other shenanigans.


So, yeah, stay tuned ? :)

The Subliminal Criminal And His Purple Funnel.

It's not funny anymore when noone's laughing along.

What's funny now is how you've mistakenly took being cool , with being cold. Ice cold.

Come on man, temporary thrills are well, temporary. Don't runaway wey.

The Judgment Went On Silent And Violent.

Parkway Drive was friggin awesome. Could've been awesome-er if I actually got the time to know all, or most of their songs in the gap of time, between the gig, and the time I pressed download on the list of their albums. But it was awesome nonetheless :D

A little bummed out that the gig was held upstairs, where the claustrophobic cubicle that has a ventilation system of a sauna lies. While the humongous, hall downstairs that reeked the scent of beer was filled with jolly chinese men and women. Well, can't imagine them using the room upstairs anyhow, in measure of the amount of the senior citizen present, it won't be so healthy. It was a disorienting vibe, seeing the twisted opposite of outer appearances, between people with black tshirt's, piercings (even one on the cheeks), and not so ordinary hairdos, walking among formally dressed chinese people. And no, I am not hinting any racism, in any way or form, please, for we are all Malaysians :D . Err okay, moving on.


Me, Matt, Nabil, Pithang, and Ijat Kebil came around 5. Met with Chris (an old time buddy that I met a longgg time ago at Taman Paramount, still remembered the way he compared his name to Keris the motorcycle) . The opening bands were worth the mention too, they really warmed us all up good. Like how Pithang accidentally kicked me in the head when he just had to (hardcore) dance, that added to the whole energy-juice pumping works too.



Took a picture with the, um, the merch guy ? , I don't know. But he has cool tattoos.

They took a longggggggggggggg time setting up. As usual, being the impatient tots we all are, the crowd just had to crack up lame jokes to ease the tension. Like, one I remembered, "Your hair is so yellow", shouted with a very peculiar accent and motive. The hair wasn't even yellow, it was blonde, but that little misinterpretation of fact was what made it funny :D . After a slow-paced acoustic intro. Then, they're they are. Park-friggin-way Drive :D . Suddenly the crowd fills in like never before. Felt like a sardine, in a sardine can, drifting afloat on a swaying tidal wave, with a scent as unsettling as sardines themselves. But that's okay, adrenaline was there to help.


I remembered they opened the show with Boneyards. And from there on, I lost all care in the world on stomach cramps and how did I look on the moshfloor (if that's even a word). I haven't been to gigs for a while, before this one, so If you miss em, involuntarily, you'll flail everything harder. The limbs, the hair, everything.


After a while, the room got so hot and steamy ( And I mean literally, not Nelly's Hot In Herrrr kind-of music clip kinda hot and steamy). I was sweating all over, so bad, that my lips started to taste like melted butter. Even the lead of Parkway Drive was all like "This is the hottest show we've been in !" . Oh hell yeah ! . Although he sounds like he's pumping out the crowd, I think there's a little hint in it that he wants to go back to his tour bus and savour in sweet oxygen. Haha secretly, I guess we all do. I looked up and inhaled as crazy as a fish on dry land, but still, the lungs still felt like they're trapped in a malfunctioning massage chair. But what the heck, we were all on our emergency supply of rare adrenaline.


Super horrid quality. Expecting Youtube flamers to launch their catapults soon.


Then, the encore, they finally played the one song that I've been waiting for, Romance Is Dead. I was torn in between, joining in the mosh pit, or recording the action. So I decided to settle a little bit of both. And with the little fact of you can't have the best of either one if you decide to choose both, came forth the video consisting of a sweaty thumb, and constant wobbles out of still wanting to bang my head off. Did I mention the way they dive into the breakdown ? , FRIGGIN EPICCC ! . SO, CRY ME A FUCKIN' RIVER, BITCH ! . (by the way, the one that voice out that part in the video wasn't me, I think it was Joker, an MCPA regular)


After all awesomeness is done, and clothes with not one dry spot to spare, then we all head off to Kam Hyong to re-supply our dehydrated and starving selves.


Oh crap, the post is getting too long but I still have some more to spill. I think I'll just squish it all in here in one paragraph. Then, we went to Pithang for some Youtubin, then to Apek's where Nabil And Apek were practicing their DJ-ing skills for Nabil's college upcoming event. Their shit was tighttt. Drew on Apek's old, school uniform undershirt and Vans too. Matt and me didn't sleep because we had our contacts on, so we talked on random stuffs, mostly on chicks. For breakfast, I had Roti Horlicks and major laughs and snickers on Bob in bedhead mode. Went home and slept like noone's bussiness :) . Here are some pictures (and a video) :



The scribbled Vans, a bit unclear sorry.



Baby Pithang





Dj JS in action





Apek's proudly (I hope) wearing his new tee.
And Pithang, well, " Lu memang stylo beb !"




A little slice of DJ Js's mad skillz, and some knick knacks along the way :)





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