Cleaning Out The Memory Banks

Phew… Finally decided to go clean out my phone’s memory and update my images collection. Found some funny pics that I’ve taken 2-3 months back, even while Rushdi’s sister was still here. Let’s start from the oldest to the newest, shall we?

Just fiddling around...



Things start to heat up...



Oops, phone call... XD

If I took a video instead, it would’ve been a whole lot more disturbing and hilarious at the same time. I was laughing like an idiot in 1 Utama that day, man.

A few weeks later, Saad was leaving Malaysia for good. Last minute he dragged me and I, unwittingly, also volunteered myself, to go do some souvenir shopping both for himself and some other people back in Pakistan or Dubai. I'm sure he'll lie to all his friends back home that we all pitched in for this present to give to him.

His present to himself. Kundy's name hasn't been written yet

I can’t remember correctly but I think along this time gap, I bought my Lego Batmobile. It came with a Two-Face van with his henchman but that one’s mediocre stuff man. The real beauty is the Batmobile, man!

Just sleek, baby



You'd recognize the design to be a slight variation of Tim Burton's version



There were some flame parts to be added onto the thruster part but ah, what the heck



That round part in front is actually a missle that can be fired. You can see the trigger right there

Sometime after that we went bowling with Fathima. Maybe it was around the time she was going to leave Malaysia for good. So it was me, Taqi, Rushdi, Rahul and her. I was fucking up big time left and right. Check the scores out!

4 friggin' strikes in a row! And exactly when it counts, boi~!

Few weeks back, my mum came over with the Vios ‘cause we’re trading in our old Benz for a newer, smaller and cheaper one. I loved it’s Bluetooth handsfree feature, man. You connect your phone via Bluetooth to the car, and then you can accept calls in the car and talk to them while you drive without moving an inch.

Anyways, while the Vios was here, I took it for a spin with these guys to Putrajaya. It’s the 1st time I’ve went there with Rikaz so he took us to this tight little park place. The water was pretty shallow and clear and you could see the smooth rocks near the bank. The grass was quite padded and soft, unlike the regular stuff on our fields. Weather was nice with a slight drizzle.

A little piece of Heaven



Rahul trying to shake some red ants off. Absolutely hilarious



Rikaz coming back after dropping some major gulabs



Embracing the wind



Pondering at the magnificence



The sunset in the distance. Suprisingly it was prominent even though it was drizzling

Hm, that’s everything then. Class starts again tomorrow. Crap. Back to assignments and all that crap again. Peace out y’all.

Crude Comparisons

Just had a pretty nice crude analogy running in my head this morning. I have to confess that I get really fucking pissed off at any mention of the Monash Ball/Prom ‘cause of the fact that the idiot upstairs screwed with me.

I had the chance to bring 2 uber hot chicks to that event and even become one of the best wingman in the history of wingmen. I had plans. Flowers, chocolates, the act, the works, motherfucker! Hell, I bought the god damned slacks and ties. Optimistically speaking, I’m lucky I didn’t pay for my ticket yet. 80 bucks. Meh.

If that idiot upstairs had me knocked by a car that resulted in me in traction for say, a month or two, sure, why not? But no, he had to bloody fucking kill a relative to screw around with. Okay, I sound pretty self-centered right now but fuck man, I think a guy who went through shit like this deserves some me time. With this death, he’s screwed through some of my main agendas and plans in soft spots that might just kill it off.

Freaking hell, he literally threw a corpse at me just to stop me from having fun. And don’t fucking think I’m ranting here, I’m being abso-fucking-lutely serious. Shit, just freaking realized how insane I sound. But fuck it man, its better on paper, or cyberspace rather than in real life where I can break things. Some people know what I’m talking about.

Feeling quite fucking pissed right now. I better get something good in return. Yes, I know I should be grateful my brother is fine. I know I should be grateful I’m not in a casket right but fuck that shit, I’m here, he’s here, we survived, I think a celebration or at least some reparations are in order. Fuck this shit.

Urgh, words fail me.

It also made me realize (and a whole lot more people, then and now) that life is short. So I want to officially proclaim certain things I want done right if I were to meet my untimely demise. Firstly, no Taoist monks/ceremonial chaps/Buddhist monks OR nuns. Wait, that would be pretty boring. Ah crap. Alright fine, Buddhist monks are fine. Secondly, I don’t want the same droning prayer/chants rolling over and over the whole day and night. I want some real music man. I want the usual shit on my playlist blaring next to my dead ass at least ¾ of the time the sun is out. I want 1/3 of my money donated to charity and 5/7 of what’s left to my immediate family and whatever’s left to whatever children/nephews/nieces I have. I want a non-Mat Rocker band to play Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door when my coffin’s being loaded into the hearse with everyone singing along. During the journey, I wouldn’t mind Nobuo Eumatsu’s (Did I spell that right?) “Main Theme of FFVII” playing. That would be so fucking epic. As my coffin gets buried or cremated, I want something nice to be played… Hmmm… what would be perfect? I swear if any crappy music was played, I would get up from my coffin and bitch-slap each and everyone in attendance. I think the best choice would still be Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door. Time of Dying wouldn’t be too bad either but a bit too heavy for such an occasion. Either way.

Phew. I think I’m done. I’m heading back to Sunway tomorrow and hopefully things will pan out. Still a bit pissed but I think if no idiots start coming in my face, I’ll be fine.

Peace out y’all.

Here In My Home – Wha…?

I first saw that Malaysian Artists For Unity song, Here in My Home or whatever the name is video on Joseph’s blog and I was really skeptical about it. So a few weeks back while I was in vicinity if an Astro remote, I somehow flipped to the Hitz.tv channel. They were playing parts of that song and I wasn’t really paying attention and either way, it sounded pretty sucky.

Just only I flipped the channel to Hitz.tv and they started playing that song I thought, “Let’s see what are they really talking about”. Fuck… the words that they were using were really fancy and all and made absolutely no sense nor relevance. The artists participating for the song are either really patriotic or they seriously have no idea what the hell are they doing.

In my head I made a quick comparison of this song and another pointless and nonsensical song, Get Free by the Vines. Let’s start comparing, shall we? Starting with our home-bred song, we have various competent artists and musicians in our country working on this and it sounds half-assed, pointless and doesn’t make much sense except for the chorus.

Now, for another pointless song. First, of all, it was written by a guy who had Asperger’s Syndrome. Imagine a watered down version of autism with a slight social problem twist. There we go. The tune itself is incredible and the singer’s voice is unique probably due to his aforementioned illness. Damn…

In my head right now,

Malaysian Artists – 0

Dude with brain problem - 1

Now where can I turn in my citizenship?

All in good humor. Peace out y’all.