remember?

i remember - lipsnyching to songs from dookie and almost every alt-rock songs. i remember - getting caught while skipping PA class (why the hell would she pick me, and always me to recite the Quran?). i remember - taking a long drag of a fat joint in our classroom on a saturday (poor fuad, he unwillingly were appointed as the sentry). i remember - we laughed hilariously the moment hafiz tripped on a bong session behind the workshop of KMT. i remember - sharing two cans of beer in the toilet minutes before performing "the way" by fastball during our english week. i remember - jamming to songs of nirvana with our seniors at b-sound studio in komtar. i remember - collecting kerrang was an achievement itself. i remember - getting slapped by JR during an assembly. i remember a lot of things. funny and embarassing and both. (no mr khai, i won't embarass myself with my being a fool stories..hehe..). we were so taken over by those teenage angst. naive and sweet at the same time. a blessing we chose to remain disguised back then.

10 years after, here we all are. some of us are now proud parents of lovely kids. retrospectively speaking, i'm happy. no, i'm very very happy. for all of us.

p/s : the theme for diva's nite is 90's. strictly a big NO to sappy love songs..hehe..

lethargical

hectic. hectic. hectic. (they say july is the best time to be in tioman. lots of japanese chicks. grrr...)

Luna In Violin Section

come end of the month, my youngest half-brother is getting married. my other 3 male friends are too. it came as a total surprise to me all of a sudden. everyone around me is getting married and many others are eagerly counting down the days. and definitely they are not doing it because it is the coolest thing to do in 2009. and almost always upon receiving invitations, i would feel happy, sad, bored and clueless.

why? well, it's like "short on words but long on things to say". an aries as they say, would always be secretive. still, hats off to those future parents. to miz maleya, yours will go down in history as one of the most celebrated wedding ceremonies. rawk!

p/s : the julie delpy-ish girl i met months ago is not likely to be my rightful soulmate. ask no more.