tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312326482024-03-13T19:10:13.132+08:00life is a four-letter-wordthere's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt..troy dyer in reality bites.nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-5147755584350120852011-07-29T10:51:00.004+08:002011-07-29T11:38:10.436+08:00almost 17 years after<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dymlD5qVksQxrHFVplcujNGIT6dhFoFR-c9rFYHRcbVn9ruxSrrrVqni8FvjoJ6qeaBcCbT7AZcXyk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">we ran out of ideas on how to channel our energies. and this was the best solution we could think of at the time.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-74411182079101964982011-01-04T08:42:00.006+08:002011-01-04T10:42:50.719+08:002011 - believe no nostradamus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizRuUTfhJO22pchckpm60_XrTPIPNnSWv_-yL4S2LTWkrg8ZNTNK5YjNswQSvJjp3DCoLieqwuL10GsfTg_szB55fvIUnaPEgcFedmWiV02ybW5aja31D_KwoRyESvJYxTyn8/s1600/baju+sezen2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizRuUTfhJO22pchckpm60_XrTPIPNnSWv_-yL4S2LTWkrg8ZNTNK5YjNswQSvJjp3DCoLieqwuL10GsfTg_szB55fvIUnaPEgcFedmWiV02ybW5aja31D_KwoRyESvJYxTyn8/s320/baju+sezen2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558126727591389442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLo8cVBEI9TKoFSXAVTQpT9_DTJE0ZYDal0cL2hjSzf8FzeFzEidbIHISYwez83npvW6Ma_Sy7FbDjd0fCIMEN8jO-ev3dCpZxcohErrtWE0LX48GnKrwfHqanOQil8WttrTV/s1600/baju+sezen.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLo8cVBEI9TKoFSXAVTQpT9_DTJE0ZYDal0cL2hjSzf8FzeFzEidbIHISYwez83npvW6Ma_Sy7FbDjd0fCIMEN8jO-ev3dCpZxcohErrtWE0LX48GnKrwfHqanOQil8WttrTV/s320/baju+sezen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558126053445078962" border="0" /></a>until it was finally missing its lower half that i managed to capture and immortalize the image of this, legendary, t-shirt. 2011-1998=13. thirteen freakin years after?! we human only treasure something when it's gone, or lost, or when it's already too late ya.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />salam maal hijrah and happy new greg year to all of us. we'll be 30 this year and on the first week of 2011, i'm urging myself and all of us to stay healthy. eat well, sleep well, exercise regularly, consume more water and stay in good shape. the japs can live past 100 by leading a very healthy lifestyle in a very clean environment, we sure can too.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">less talking, more money-making but pursue a realistic goal. love your significant other, family and friends and people around you. after all, you are the company that you keep.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">just be yourself. read : be true to yourself.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></div><blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-22570079544878115482010-09-27T10:56:00.007+08:002010-09-27T12:47:51.906+08:00seeking purity is a lifelong journey<div style="text-align: justify;">Life 101 - Chapter III - Forgiveness<br />and when another ramadhan comes, it always will appear to be the right time for an assessment. assessment to identify and evaluate whether or not our actions and/or words were a tad too generic and a mere play-it-safe so that it will sound socially-acceptable to the audience.<br />or could we have crossed some lines again just to finally say that we were just trying to "be ourselves"?.<br /><br />one can't simply get away with saying "i'm sorry" or "i wasn't thinking right" or other comforting excuses alike when the damage is done, can we? still, let us all offer forgiveness and bury the hatchet. and one shall live longer for the burden is no longer sitting on one's exhausted shoulder. nobody said about forgetting anything.<br /><br />cont'd.<br />i don't always "read", let alone having a series of drafts, whatever i have written in this blog or anywhere. of late, i couldn't resist the temptation of not writing anything at all. it was neither right nor wrong but i just don't feel like it.<br /><br />there is a certain disadvantage of having no drafts or proof-reading. sub-consciously, i could have frustrated, if not angered someone with something i wrote or did.<br /><br />on a more serious note, i think there is a need to un-complicate matters. there is an urgent need to remove or cushion my choice of words. of course, especially those with negative connotations as it always has been. most close friends would know how at times i could be your much-hated sarcastic bastard and self-centered and almost heartless.<br /><br />so now i'm taking this not-so-rare-opportunity-actually to seek forgiveness, renew old ties and reconcile severed relationships (the latter i'm very sure hasn't happened yet) with all of my friends.<br /><br />dear friends, please forgive me. selamat hari raya aidilfitri.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-1354196968891922962010-07-20T13:30:00.002+08:002010-07-20T13:51:44.532+08:00good music won't make you sickhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZvbVtkPiHU&feature=related<br /><br />jas >>> we did the same thing at rainforest years ago huh...haha..<div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-69771659435263841742010-04-09T17:18:00.006+08:002010-04-09T23:01:55.551+08:00discard the birthday card<div style="text-align: justify;">the present i got myself for my birthday this year, <span style="font-style: italic;">the only present i have ever got</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">myself actually</span>, is the house keys. the keys were scheduled for weeks ago but due to some technicalities, i was only privileged with holding it for the first time yesterday. technicalities. i kind of like that word. even for the dumbest reason on the face of the dying planet, the word could save you, and your face as you get to walk away sounding substantially intelligent whilst successfully ruining someone else's plans or whatever.<br /><br />the 29th birthday is just like the 28th and the year before that. and the year before that was something i'm not used to having it plastered on the walls of my mind.<br /><br />wishes? i can't really say i do have any. but long story short, the keys made my day. the keys are the reason. and the keys are the beginning of something that has everything to do with being 29.<br /><br />as hope is always a good thing, i do hope in the months to come that these keys will open up doors. not just the house doors but doors to endless opportunities and happiness and all the good things in the whole wide world.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">break on through to the other side - jim morrison, the doors. </span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-65314770914608881542010-04-05T16:36:00.004+08:002010-04-05T17:14:31.125+08:00Lido Beach, JB & Seattle, WA<div style="text-align: justify;">this day in 1994, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Kurt Cobain</span> shot himself. when found three days later, he was wearing a pair of <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">blue Converse One Star</span>. that point aside, he was my hero and still is. and later in 2002, this very day the <span style="font-style: italic;">same</span> world just couldn't be bothered with the death of <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Layne Staley</span>, another hero of mine. hailed also from <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Seattle</span> and fronted one of the biggest bands ever, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">, </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Alice In Chains</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span>(AIC), he had this unique style of singing and a distinctive voice alongside <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Eddie Vedder</span> and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Chris Cornell</span>. Layne Staley will always be remembered as one of the spokespersons of our generation.<br /><br />i first heard "nutshell" from AIC via a true-blue fan and i was totally hooked. maybe teenage angst and rebellious nature were the dominant parts of everyone's lives during that time. like Kurt Cobain used to say when asked about depression and gloomy state of mind, "All of us thought we were going to die in a nuclear war or something".<br /><br />we were pretty much occupied (or chose to be) with the sound of Seattle in the early 90's and the alternative music towards the end of that celebrated era.<br /><br />i think <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Scott Weiland</span> of <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Stone Temple Pilots</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span> once admitted having no superhero of choice. Instead he said, rock stars are our superheroes.<br /><br />we will listen to the music, trying to dwell in the imaginary world where we believe we could fit in perfectly whilst finding solace in solitude. very true indeed. well, at least for me. it is raining again here in JB and i'm spending my afternoon paying tribute to both.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-48449914485170424752010-03-24T10:44:00.003+08:002010-03-24T11:28:37.091+08:00Q1FY10<div style="text-align: justify;">congratulations to Insp Suhaimi. it was a very beautiful saturday man. now that you are officially married, we shall have "TAKEN" banner posted on your page. and we shall also make ready the same for Jas and Shiz and err, Mr Khai?<br /><br />the much-anticipated economic model from present PM's admin will be tabled soon (or did i miss it?). i don't really know what to expect out of it, except that it would perhaps in many possible ways aid me in acquiring a bmw 318ci. or an audi A4 turbo. that will be good too. (man, check out the A5 coupe, i'm literally drooling now!)<br /><br />i'm not a male chauvinistic but on International Women's day every year, the issue of gender equality being brought up like the world as we know it will end without. it is not a bad thing still but who am i to question? maybe the reunion of spice girls has a lot of things to do with the comeback of "girl power" ideology. spicy!<br /><br />Pos Malaysia Bhd is currently offering a rather interesting alternative to dispose your awkwardly-posed photos. you'll get like two dozens of your own stamps if i'm not mistaken for the price of twenty bucks. Mr and Miss Photogenic, get yourself in standby mode.<br /><br />saw a banner which says "5oth Anniversary of SSI". in my whole five years and three months (<span style="font-style: italic;">i was doing lower six, during which many thought i have overstayed my welcome</span>) there, frankly, i didn't even know that the school has existed since 1960. the beloved <span style="font-weight: bold;">SSI</span> (read : memorable experience) is half-century old my dear friends. are we celebrating Mr Khai?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-69716540928644459682010-02-05T09:20:00.000+08:002010-02-05T09:36:22.474+08:00angels or devils?<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ynhzRDy5EU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ynhzRDy5EU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Angels Or Devils"</b><br /><br /> this is the last time<br />that I'm ever gonna come here tonight<br />this is the last time - I will fall<br />into a place that fails us all - inside<br /><br />I can see the pain in you<br />I can see the love in you<br />but fighting all the demons will take time<br />it will take time<br /><br />the angels they burn inside for us<br />are we ever<br />are we ever gonna learn to fly<br />the devils they burn inside of us<br />are we ever gonna come back down<br />come around<br />I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold<br /><br />this is the last time<br />that I'm ever gonna give in tonight<br />are there angels or devils crawling here?<br />I just want to know what blurs and what is clear - to see<br /><br />still I can see the pain in you<br />and I can see the love in you<br />and fighting all the demons will take time<br />it will take time<br /><br />the angels they burn inside for us<br />are we ever<br />are we ever gonna learn to fly<br />the devils they burn inside of us<br />are we ever gonna come back down - come around<br />I'm always gonna worry about the things that could break us<br /><br />if I was to give in - give it up<br />- and then<br />take a breath - make it deep<br />cause it might be the last one you get<br />be the last one<br />that could make us cold<br />you know that they could make us cold<br />I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold <br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-65736049075284575522009-12-02T17:33:00.008+08:002009-12-14T17:26:32.594+08:0090's and being narcissistic<div style="text-align: justify;">had a great conversation with a friend recently, a conversation which i found rather enjoyable and weird. weird is the fact that i could still recall that moment when i first heard elton john's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sacrifice</span> in 1987/88. that was when <span style="font-style: italic;">kimisawa</span> still the legendary supermarket whilst <span style="font-style: italic;">sate</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">ria</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">white castle</span> are the pulling factors in holiday plaza jb. then came starship's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">nothing's gonna stop us now<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span></span> funnily, i think i had my fido dido short on then. <br /><br />when my brother brought home bob marley's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">legend</span> and RHCP's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">blood sugar sex magic</span> in 1991, i was totally hooked. i remember carrying my Sony walkman around, the size of a brick, just to listen to <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">under the bridge</span>, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">give it away</span> and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">bssm</span> during recess over and over again. then me and eddy got into metallica and we got into it real bad. we painted our schoolbags and eventually traded a lot of replica posters for 50 cents each.<br /><br />later in the early 90's, my mom would always bring me to either Lido, Nira or Rex for movies and one in particular was<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> far & away</span>, starred tom cruise alongside nicole kidman when both weren't even dating, i think. no, cineplex was still a foreign word. then in 1993, richard marx's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">right here waiting</span> was the talk of the town. there was this indian friend who worshipped him and the subject for conversation is always obviously, richard. i also managed to stand in the first row when amy did his tour for <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">magic</span>, that alt-rock, grungy album. one of the best a malaysian artiste ever produced.<br /><br />not really watching that stupid box but i didn't miss <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">the mask</span> cartoon series when it was shown on telly. and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">voltron</span> too..hehe..too many to mention. and "dinasours alive", remember that one in pelangi? i shall be back later to reminisce the best decade especially when it comes to discovering nirvana and the alternative scene + jamming session at KOMTAR. till then.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-32890456231769125642009-11-05T15:48:00.003+08:002009-11-06T10:46:26.960+08:00amusing music<div style="text-align: justify;">zee avi, malaysia's equivalent of norah jones (i'm sure she is) is one talented singer-songwriter. me, being positive as i don't usually do, is a singer-songwriter myself. minus the talented accolade if you must. well, i don't remember writing my own music into a full, ready-to-be-performed composition. considering Am, Bm and Dm to be a must, simply a result of heavy rotations of radiohead's OK Computer, i penned a straight verse-chorus-verse song. which i since decided that it could only be showcased at, none other than my own sweet-smelling bed. with my hungry cat being the only, lonely member of the audience. the only creature present actually, by invitation.<br /><br />and the lyrics differs every time. depending on the, of course, my mood. it might also occasionally sound like the not-so-punk rock, unedited, mellow version "negative creep". off an album cobain never had. (or be thankful he hadn't).<br /><br />in conclusion, zee avi is one Talented musician. and she could also consider herself as an accomplished artist. artist because there are obviously lots of arts involved. artistes in a sea of "entertainers". she gets a nod from me.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-86660008329632168692009-10-20T10:14:00.003+08:002009-10-21T09:01:17.340+08:00dishwalla<div style="text-align: justify;">back when i was still struggling with books and juggling with classes, i could safely say that i succeeded in putting almost two-third of my time to waste. movie, music, "sessions", movie and music again and more "sessions" in between.<br /><br />that was when i really had the opportunity to do my <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">discovery channel</span> moments. about that band, this band, our band. err, i can't really say that i was ever in a band. i'd go jamming just to maintain my hard-earned sanity. we made friends with just anybody. you know how uber-friendly people get when they're not themselves?. right.<br /><br />a friend brought along his collection of old cassettes (perhaps so that we know how enlightened he was musically). and i saw one <span style="font-style: italic;">depeche mode</span> tribute album with <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">dishwalla</span> </span>on it. first i thought, the band was merely ok.<br /><br />fact is, the band totally blew me away. like listening to <span style="font-style: italic;">mellon collie and infinite sadness</span> and say nothing to a friend talking next to you so that you won't miss any part of it. that good. a great collection of songs you can listen to anytime. driving, sleeping, camping, walking, sinking or whatever.<br /><br />but on a serious note, if you haven't really discovered dishwalla, you should. and you'll thank me and well if you don't, you're on your own.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-72204301655856874862009-09-09T09:47:00.003+08:002009-09-14T10:44:08.011+08:00999<div style="text-align: justify;">many years ago, i remember toying with the idea of being in an alt-rock band selling millions worldwide. then i'll be drowning in money, surrounded by many, really hot chicks. and that will garner me much-needed respect from my hometown boys, my teachers and envied by just anybody my age. i'll smile whilst saying, i have the best job in the world. doing things i like and getting paid for it.<br /><br />and then i feel like waking up from a long, deep sleep. the journey stopped even before it even started. that was all naive and embarrassing and funny. but i know for sure, i have no business being a frontman if i can't sing like chris cornell or at least eddie vedder. no, definitely not james hetfield.<br /><br />so 2nd best option - i thought if you can't be one, you could at least live like one. and that's exactly what i did. haha..that was the period of a very stupid me. still, honestly sometimes i feel like reliving that moment with a pinch of hope to revive the dream. i would always believe, we should all stay young at heart. exception - there'll be no hard-partying or colorful combination of weird looking substances anymore, just natural high. :-p<br /><br />p/s : i left one important thing behind. should i become an ultra-successful rock star, i'll have my first dodge charger. with big 69 painted on each door. damn!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-81664507504582407842009-08-13T18:18:00.002+08:002009-08-13T18:33:31.315+08:00there is a light.<div style="text-align: justify;">speechless is a word. we can go on and on just discussing the word with no clear purpose. and maybe that is the whole point. we actually don't really need a purpose for anything. i just feel like saying it. and verbally, i'm no longer speechless.<br /><br />at 6.24pm, i'm still here. at 28, i'm still here. in 2009, i'm still here. and it might sound that it is never wrong or bad or anything, unless that's what you would prefer to think. unless you would prefer to listen to all the good, mesmerizing stuffs. that is all your ears are reserved for. or perhaps, that will be the sole, contributing agent in keeping your sanity. now, is that mesmerizing and all?<br /><br />i know many things or ways or tricks i could somehow apply in building walls to avoid such disturbances. and i know i don't really feel like there is anything wrong.<br /><br />and at 6.31pm, i just decided i should stop typing. at 28, i should just leave. and finally, on a sunny august afternoon in year 2009, i know i need my camels and pearl jam.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-28539146116473895772009-08-04T09:46:00.002+08:002009-08-04T13:38:31.221+08:00August is for Virgins?<div style="text-align: justify;">my car has been "warded" for two weeks now. been using a friend's honda ever since. i'm beginning to like it but not as much as i would to a 3 series. (remember that line from radiohead's <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">airbag</span>? - "in a fast german car, i'm amazed that i survived...an airbag saved my life"). that's why i'll be getting myself one.<br /><br />went to KL last friday. almost missed my flight on the next day. thanks to those who braved the saturday afternoon marching on the road (maybe for a reason they themselves couldn't really tell). was there for a presentation and i sincerely hope it shall be the last time i ever needed to be there for. had a good chat with brenda though (niceeee chick!)..hee..<br /><br />back in town just in time for the closing ceremony of The 6th JB Arts Festival. Si Bongkok Tanjung Puteri, tale of that Robin Hood-y legendary hero, was magnificently enticing. or maybe because i have never been to a musical drama of any sort. but seriously, they were good.<br /><br />did i mention about enjoying julian mokhtar and karen nunis blackstone (from mississippi to chicago) a night of blues concert weeks ago? not familiar with half of the songs but they really blew me away.<br /><br />in about three weeks, it's Ramadhan again. time, hmm..<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-79570192346555081612009-07-30T15:00:00.003+08:002009-07-30T15:15:57.620+08:00I Miss Being A Little Boy<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy3cQMNVVKbH041CrMdPpONCfQvmqs826GfbVQkVrsBQfI6EK4SAAjw2TMWBKj0isLIqOAuREDgFK8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />the boy in that last scene was damn lucky!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-4438748837073977022009-07-17T17:17:00.003+08:002009-07-17T17:43:45.378+08:00J & V<div style="text-align: justify;">ever since <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">The 6th JB Arts Festival</span> officially commenced on the 10th of July i got so consumed by it. as a matter of fact, weeks before it actually commenced were the most tiresome. it is the sixth year and as always, there is room for improvisation. so far so good though.<br /><br />i never really listened to <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">roger wang</span> before. and a pretty shame to not ever heard of <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">paul ponnudorai. </span>boy, these guys are very, very good. a friend said something about mr paul being ranked at no 8 for fingerstyle guitar in the world. now that's a big deal, ain't it? i saw roger played "bunyi gitar" by the late Tan Sri P Ramlee and a medley of MJ's songs - man in the mirror and also the crowd favourite - imagine by john lennon. and when i first heard paul sang an old blues number by chet atkins, whoa!...i wish i could play to impress, like he did.<br /><br />and then the indie nights. that 3-piece band from KL (mystery call, i think) was fantastic. funk, prog shit. and the only band from JB, fronted by an aged bloke started off singing their own song, which was not bad at all. and from the 2nd song onwards, they rocked!. songs from eric clapton bluesy selection, called it a night with <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">cocaine</span>. cool song!<br /><br />i had to come almost everyday since the festival also allocated fringe performances for our indoor stage. dances, music, arts and many other related stuffs. and on the 3rd day of the festival, i got myself a real bad fever.<br /><br />took a day rest on monday and tonite i'm ready for more action. tonite is the BassGroove 100 Jazz Concert! not going to miss that one.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-29750015921915264882009-06-26T16:41:00.005+08:002009-06-26T17:16:38.097+08:00you are not alone.<div style="text-align: justify;">michael jackson was pronounced dead this morning. this morning i think, as that was when i first heard the news. and the next 30 minutes of my journey, i was accompanied by his songs. songs we sang when we were still in primary's or maybe secondary's..(some were still in elementary)..<br /><br />i strongly believe that almost everybody knows MJ. his rather weird moves, his symbolic <span style="font-style: italic;">black or white </span>video and that moonwalking thingy. MJ is like a hero to many. (i think some of them fans decided to jump off the bridge or building by now). and some others are in-the-closet fans (especially those clad in black tshirts with a big red pentagram screaming at us from two blocks away).<br /><br />when i was a boy, we would always get to hear MJ's songs in an indian friend's house, on a deepavali. be it from a VHS or TV3 just believed their rating will hit all-time high by showing them videos. whilst paying a visit, chewing the unchewable "bomb" cookies, me and other malay friends would sit, talk and at the same time watch MJ's concert or something.<br /><br />in my personal opinion, i quite like the guy because of the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">neverland</span> and his narcissistic nature. i don't know if he was ever a paedophile but the guy somehow made a difference in many lives.<br /><br />p/s : i hate to break this to you michael but yes, you'll be alone down there.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-47065665686132197152009-06-10T09:29:00.002+08:002009-06-10T12:25:59.066+08:00you make me sick, i make music<div style="text-align: justify;">evolution. whether premeditated or unintentional, it is difficult (sometimes) yet necessary. whenever i come across that word, my mind would travel hastily searching for the deeply stored information, specifically a sentence uttered by robert de niro in <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">heat</span>.<br /><br />the girl asks, "are you alone?". mr de niro replies arrogantly, "yeah, i'm alone. but i'm not lonely".<br /><br />what has it got to do with "evolution"?. articulately, i can't elaborate the correlation though. but it seems as if the word has an indescribable association with human relationships.<br /><br />people evolve. so do relationships. from just a plain into a commitment-based. so on and so forth. that is what we do. we live and we learn. we fall and we bounce back with revitalised spirits. after which, we shall emerge "evolved".<br /><br />at this point, i'm sure some are clueless. maybe, some are beginning to worry about me or the health of my mind. whatever it is, evolution is vital. provided it is projected with a positive vibe, for a positive result.<br /><br />p/s : (never failed to impress, errr no, to complicate).<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-19177497769529828632009-06-05T15:16:00.002+08:002009-06-05T15:26:55.581+08:00informed decision<div style="text-align: justify;">inferiority complex?. or insecurity? i don't think that it is. it's just that i can't be certain about many things, always. especially when it's about being brave enough, with all the courage needed, to make a bold decision. decisions that would change the course of my life. decisions that would, maybe, alter the way i look at things. it would definitely <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">hurt</span> but it's the thing to do. (and i know that for a fact).<br /><br />and yet, i just can't do it. the determination deteriorates in a blink of an eye. God, help me.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-66279993221574915252009-05-29T10:38:00.005+08:002009-05-29T11:04:06.002+08:00remember?<div style="text-align: justify;">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 <span style="font-style: italic;">bong </span>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 <span style="font-style: italic;">kerrang</span> 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />p/s : the theme for diva's nite is 90's. strictly a big NO to sappy love songs..hehe..<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-66602008601000151072009-05-18T11:20:00.001+08:002009-05-18T17:25:11.658+08:00lethargicalhectic. hectic. hectic. (they say july is the best time to be in tioman. lots of japanese chicks. grrr...)<div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-35587984409623325252009-05-11T09:19:00.007+08:002009-05-15T17:19:09.586+08:00Luna In Violin Section<div style="text-align: justify;">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.<br /><br />why? well, it's like "<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">short</span> on words but <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">long</span> on things to say". an <span style="font-style: italic;">aries</span> 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!<br /><br />p/s : the <span style="font-style: italic;">julie delpy</span>-ish girl i met months ago is not likely to be my rightful soulmate. ask no more.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-33053547027951810762009-04-16T10:04:00.002+08:002009-04-17T17:06:58.224+08:00fat. they stood up for love.<div style="text-align: center;">Mother I'm tired<br />Come surrender my son<br />Time has ravaged on my soul<br />No plans to leave but still I go<br /></div><p style="text-align: center;">Fallin' with the leaves<br />Fallin' out of sleep<br />To the last goodbyes<br />Who cares why?<br /><br />Mother I've tried<br />Wasting my life<br />I haven't given up, I lie<br />To make you so proud in my eyes<br /><br />Fallin' out of sleep<br />Crawlin' over me<br />To the last goodbyes<br />Who cares why?<br /><br />Tuesdays come and gone<br />Restless I still drive<br />Try to leave it all behind<br /><br />Fallin', fallin' out of sleep<br />Fallin', fallin' with the leaves<br />I go crawlin', crawlin' over me<br /><br />Once upon a time in my life...<br />I went falling...<br /><br />Mother I hope you know<br />That I miss you so<br />Time has ravaged on my soul<br />To wipe a mothers tears grown cold</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Adore. The Smashing Pumpkins. 1998.<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-19965799551360105762009-04-07T16:59:00.003+08:002009-04-07T18:12:21.222+08:00insatiable appetite<div style="text-align: center;">maybe he's just taking it way too seriously.<br />maybe he got himself a little too carried away. or utterly paranoid.<br />maybe he's not the only one.<br /><br />what if what was to believe is already a mile behind?<br />what if the very reason is not clearly defined?<br />what if the clouds wouldn't reach its number nine?<br />what if all of these was spread on a thin grey line?<br /><br />but he felt it was all too late<br />when they said it was all fate<br />face straight, he said, "i'm running in a figure of eight"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31232648.post-39084479422471404312009-03-30T13:37:00.003+08:002009-04-01T10:41:27.444+08:00faithfully by journey<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwmOnCTGTI00vHN_ywVYwxG9FSUOXn3cq4q4yYoB1irK3m8ESHWh89gajHTzkmnEFv0E3g53C1NLO3Euy9yJwYo2-TgdIKQ-DA_PXGbP7uYxzKs41IiT1nGZf61CtCiA575tM/s1600-h/trasher.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwmOnCTGTI00vHN_ywVYwxG9FSUOXn3cq4q4yYoB1irK3m8ESHWh89gajHTzkmnEFv0E3g53C1NLO3Euy9yJwYo2-TgdIKQ-DA_PXGbP7uYxzKs41IiT1nGZf61CtCiA575tM/s320/trasher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319544703721081874" border="0" /></a>just completed a paper, a short one, about the impacts of global recession to shopping centers and measures that could be taken in cushioning it. we say cushioning it, simply because there is actually nothing we could do stop it or reverse it. and the more i delve into the matter, the scarier it appear to be.<br /><br />still, we are not taking the fall. all the measures outlined are to be implemented immediately and simultaneously, in order to allow time for the effect to take place at approximately desired period. now, since we are racing against time, against the backdrop of what appear to be the worst scenario in sixty years, i am now very, very exhausted.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">C:\Documents and Settings\mike\My Documents\My Pictures\pkr floorplan\My Pictures</div>nazibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641923433188937125noreply@blogger.com0