A frustating 24

The thing is that, right after the milkshake event, I had to wake up slightly earlier, and went around to campus exactly by 11a.m, forgetting my handphone. Used up more than RM100. WTH!?

And worse, just when we thought we had no classes (and we toiled the whole day just to finish up our props), Pn. Juridah called up right at 8.30p.m (just when we're about to have food) and declared there'll be a rehearsal.

And better news? Tommorrow's full dress rehearsal AND tomorrow's the DEVOTIONAL GATHERING at Vishwa's house!

What the hell is going on this semester? Someone help me!

Urgh.. I'm sleepy, drowsy... And everything but happy.

Having fun with Milkshakes

For some of you, making and enjoying milkshakes is my specialty. =)

So, that's exactly what I did last night. With my group of friends.
And that is what we literally did. I was the cameraman, and boy we enjoyed a feast of of food. Talk about Raya. Hahaha. Dang, I wish there were more "Rendang Daging Pedas Masak Merah". Miss Mohammad bin Mohammad Sani's family.

Mohd, where ever you are, I wish you all the best.

And back to the milkshakes... Best for sore throats, and for cheering people up. At least mine did =D

Have fun with milkshakes, "Godfather Badi's Style" LOL. Yeah, we werewolf legionaires drink milkshakes. kah kah kah.

my koseit (silent i, non t) [My mosquito in Tamil]

Seven Oh, to One Oh Oh,
Not One Eight Oh,
No, No, No, because
We're no rempit yo,
"Whee! Whee!" We whizz,
See we as we breeze,
Bruur, Burr, our machines purr,
See our wheels whirl,
and twirl, we've got tespect
and we give em' plenty
To you, to him, to her,
Everybody gets em, on the run,
on the road, all the love.

Down in my koseit...

We don't slide,
Because we glide,
We don't fly
But we ride
Above all we scoot,
We just don't go vroom,
Like a magic broom,
With little or no boom,
We go with style
But we love to ride hard,
and we always abide, bide, the white tide,

Down in my koseit...


We happy few,
We happy band of scooterist...
When we ride the tide...


Down in my koseit...

A long procastinated thought on Nurin

Dear Nurin,

You know, its very hard for me to ignore the fact that you were used, abused, and only God knows what possible horrors that you've had to go through. Its been quite some time, and now everyone wants blood.

I sit in front of my computer screen, would this be the best move? I had may questions, Nurin. Many.

I am a self styled scholar. I'm still studying you see. We are asked to study many things, and in return we're asked to contribute what we've learnt back to the communities. Just like that. Sounds simple, no?

But then again, I gave a thought of myself being a father (I'm a godfather of 2 children, and more to come, really.) I can't bear to think the possibility of what had happened to you to happen to my two godchildren. I just can't. Its too horrifying. Then again, I thought. I don't think its ever good to glorify the past.

But then, what can we do? You're already in the next world. I hope that God will always have you protected there. You deserve many things like other children. You certainly do.

But people want blood now. And they sing, and they chant, and they do many things. I am helpless but to think should I just send your parents my condolences, or in time just sit here and wait for the news of (hopefully) the capture of your tormentor. Vigilante. A possibility.

In time, the story will wind down, as all national stories will, well within 30 days (You know, there's something called the 30-day-story-theory" in Malaysia?) before the memories of you (at least in the press) gets chucked away under the carpet, or God knows where.

***Continued after a long physical break***

It has been weeks now, and the community still cry for the blood of your tormentor. I am amazed, that the fervour still appeals to people. They want justice, they demand it now. I just hope that in the frenzy, the REAL perpetrator, the REAL culprit will be caught. And let it be that (we pray) this will teach everyone involved directly or indirectly a lesson; crime doesn't pay.

And while the country watches, I pray for the progress of your soul in the next world. God be with you always, Nurin.

When one have persona(s) that clashes

The problem with having more than an individual persona is that they tend to clash, big time.

Let me get to draw the current situation.

Badi wants things to go as it is. Stability is key.
Sato cries for more action in the act.
Joker demands more artistic approach, a sight to behold,
Ghost wants more movements in politics and national affairs.
Essence prefers to write more on poetry.

So tell me, should I have written 3-4 blogs and kept them different at times?
Nah, I can't. Cognitively too stressing and it will just set the rift further apart, and worse, its just going to be more rants. Hell, who reads useless rants?

Then again, its (the blog) something that I use to pen down my thoughts before they get lost forever, even though the thought may resurface after some time, triggered by the keywords / situations. Then again, on cultural reference vis a vis to the political observations, or just rants and comments vis a vis criticisms and scholarly remarks, a fine balance have to be struck, yet maybe not just this blog. Perhaps later, perhaps we'll see how we can try to fit in the elements that I wish to have it recorded here. We'll see how it goes.

Rather, somehow, during a 'conference', we agreed we need more organization in our posts. Perhaps.

Tune in to hear more in a few days time. This will serve as a reminder as well.

And I'm thinking should I join the others in spreading the word? Hmm..

Restless and agitated

Unfortunately for me, music is always my 'booster' pack. The point i'm trying to make is that, now i'm restless, full of energy, and full of misplaced enthusiasm.

All caused by music.

I may have been listening to trance and quite a number of rock songs, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm easily emotionally swung around with music.

Sounds crazy?
Nah.

Now its Bomfunk MC's with "Freestyler" in it. It was featured extensively in Pro Evolutio Soccer / Winning Eleven series.. I forgot which year. But it was damn fun.

People like us, beat sensitive...

Hmm...

A cherished friend

We all know that we ought to cherish our friends, no matter whether they are close or not. Whilst in the three years that I've been with the IPTI gang, I've gained some close knit friends, like Kuo Wei, Aida, Kinisha, Jayanthi, Ady Radzwan, Zharif (Zorro), Aizzudin (Nobi), Ismail (Mael), Kamal (Nemo), Abd. Fattah (Mikel), and many more.


Now, of course, there's this one special friend that I would like to write about. She's been through a rough time of her life, and I'm not posting this because I want you guys to sympathize with her or do anything like that. I just want all of you to know, that there exist such an individual, and I'm there for here, for as long as I can.

Sounds cheesy? Maybe. You decide. Just like the famous Arunachalam (one of the films superstar Rajni Khan acted in) used to say the ever legendary catchphrase

"God dictates, I do it, you sit back"

and to my friends, you all know what I meant when I say that. It's ''the Transporter's legacy'' after all.

So here, I would like to introduce my friend Kinisha Ramasamy. Here's a latest picture that we took together. *Laughs*

So she's from Alor Setar, yap.. And she's an Indian. Look at the picture. She's pretty, isn't she? As a matter of fact, she's quite tall. Yeah, when she wears high heel shoes, I'm dwarved. LOL. You get the idea.

Between you and me, (LOL, this sounds so private-y!) here's what I can say. She sees me through all. Yeah. =) It becomes very helpful to you and your friend, because you become more honest, and you acknowledge problems when it arises. That's what I enjoy from our deep, close friendship. Hehe. =P

She's got problems of her own sometimes, but I want all of you to meet her. She's a sweet girl. And she deserves all the good things in life. =)