Bang A Gong

Wah. Exam ended. Tired, is the aftermath taste. So much for staying up late just to cover up what you don’t. That goes a not too distant back to Sunday, which was what to be a lunch appointment turned out to be an Insane day of laughs. Hilarious, I’d tell you. Rolling back the shopping mall years, a life of laughter. Now that all is done, what do I do  ?

You know we could be heroes. Just for one day.

I know what I like, and I like what I know.

Listen to Bonehead’s Bank Holiday – Oasis.

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To a cousin, out of time you are but not in mind.

Not long are you to live, but however short, once you leave,  a fragile fire you are, Keep it sweet.

Amen.

“…We’ll see things they’ll never see…” – Live Forever, Oasis

Sporty

Insightful update : I’ll be done with my semester, very very soon. Sooner than sooonshine. Another round of classes next week. A couple of papers, Exams on the 20th and 26th. And Swooosh. I’m done. Just did it. Effing fast right? ‘Bigman’speed. Like tomorrow’s news yesterday. Heh.

Of course, I’d expect myself to get slighty hectic, busier than usual(not that it has not, it has) in the next couple of weeks. Just a bit of a push, a little sacrifice, the extra mile kinda thing. The necessities needed to earn my three stripes. Ace both subjects. Impossible you say ? Well, well, well. Quote it, shall I not. I suppose, my attitude’s checked, yeah. Next in line, drinks/beverages. I’m not convinced hoegarden’s the ideal liquid for studying, so I’ll have to go with sky juice and coffee. Eye-opening coffee(all time fav), good to the last drop, most of the time. Best served while half asleep. I guess I’m there, only slightly. Better get those mars bars/h.mallow and MnMs ready too.  Hey, i’m ready. So so long as I continue my quest for ultimate supumacy(supremacy) and freedom.

Guess now, I’ll have to ensure progress,

get back to my books. “Gonna Read books now”.

Or in Scotsman terms;

ge’ bach tae me bo’k. “gaunny Ree bok noo’ “.

See you soonshine

Mamak da !

If I may be excuse. I was just about to savour a meal of roti plaster/tampal and nes’ ais, served with kari ikan as initially requested.

I’m here sitting in a mamak, Restoran Al’ Wan Bakh, just right behind UCSI north wing. Cheap shit, hope it’s name speaks well for it’s prices.  Berapa ? Wan bakh.

MAMAKS.
In my opinion, are essentially the closest thing to true, authentic Malaysian culture. Even their currency’s slightly different(unique) but definitely Malaysianesque, S’pore mamaks uses the dollar, where as M’sian mamaks uses duit kopi. It’s the one thing Malaysia is abundant with and the rest of the world lacking. Something to be proud of, eh. I’m lucky enough to have quite the number of mamaks within my walking circumference, here in connaught. A different mamak, for each dei. Everytime my stomach and wallet’s approaching emptiness, you know where I’d be ? Mamak. Not only are they to fulfill my apetite’s desires, but to provide me with a weekly dose of sports as well. Like watching Manchester United win again and again. Such a pleasure seeing us come up tops everytime, huh. And do you know, the bigger the screen the bigger the crowd, the better it is. That’s how you’d grade a mamak in Malaysia. Mamaks do attract a huge crowd from the young to the old, teens and beans etc etc. Of all backgrounds, generally speaking. The common Malaysian. Like many that came before, Some mamaks are good, others are average, but all of ‘em some-a(sama). They do serve quite the mee mamak, nasi lemak, a whole variety of Rotis, kosong, telur, tisu, gardenia, hi-5, Tosai and Naan. But most poignant of all, is their infamous contribution to diabetes and hbp, the Teh Tarik. Tarik your arse they’d go for a whole 24/7 if they’re pulled.

All in all, mamaks are pretty reliable and convenient places for supper and breakfast(ungodly hours) if you like. Awesome right. But they’re a bit ‘Weird’ sometimes, don’t you think ?

Ooh, i’m hungry still.

“…Aneh!!! roti kosong satu lagi”

(see you soon enough)

Wonder wall

Maybe, this entry’s gonna be the one that saves me, or you(from boredom). A song that intensified a lifetime of friendship. Reminicse, hum it, and you’re sure to be smiling too. Those were the days, you say. Has it not been the anthem to our souls ? Fuck YES, it has.(haters will assumingly emphasize the F*+! tagging a ‘you’ behind) Is it not the song, we’re bound to sing everytime we meet ? YEAH. Jump up and dance with it ? YEAH MAN. Did the song not grow with us ? You decide. The euphoria it’s preceeded with is in and out of this world, astonishing. I bet even the big man admires it much. Always knew he had good taste. The best of it stands, it’s getting better, better, better and better after every single listen, every 4 odd minutes of life, perhaps mine and yours. Not a milisecond to waste. To put it out loud on my ear/head phones, is unofficially the best form of cheap thrill I could ever ask for. Sure, some might say otherwise, perhaps ‘Champagne Supernova’ or DLBIA or a tune with similar or equal magnitude of impact(refer The Scientis). But Still, I’m never tired indulging in it’s melody, playing it on guitar. Acoustic, electric, static, eccentric all superlatives applied. Sounds effing brilliant. It could go on loop for days, you know. Betcha i’d be singing, playing it still when i’m 64 or 42. Only difference, I’d be using them, damn authentic traditional chinese instruments(ala oldy jb buskers) like the ones you find outside CS. Shall get a 30 piece choir from the old white den. One guitar. One orchestra. One pick. Satu irama. One third real oasis fans. No mic. No stage. Just like the old days, Effing epic. No matter how disperse and distant the seeds are planted, surely and knowingly they’ll find their roots, tracing them all the way back to this song. Cause after all, you’re my wonderwall Maybe…

Guinness gracious me

Fill my cup, Guinness please.

Clockwise hasn’t been as wise as it used to be, hasn’t it ? Without realising, it bolts like a shooting star captured on 10.2 megapixels, forwarded on HD, posted on YouTube. Almost surreal. Everyday’s a changing, effing fast for my liking. But all in good time. All is well and I still stand by the motion that my friends are amazing. No matter which ulu hole their in. Nigel’s having a splendid spell in london highways, road humps, etc etc. Simran tweets voegele lyrics. Brian’s best a be working. Ko’s quitting, perhaps not a quitter. Leroy bought a 26$ racket, flying up. Thomas’ partied. Joel’s sadden to find perling gang, perling gang no more. Jing wants a bass gossip girl style. Vinesh bought 3 scoops(world class chocolate) worth of BR each for the few that were there. And the rest’s been doing summat, only different. Well, how bout me ? Me’ve been up to fulfill words written in stone(s) a long long time ago, y’know. I’d like to presume they were written with erasable ink. Hate it, erase it, rewrite it. Fate made easy. ” …Material goods count for nothing with friends like this…” – This needs to be in one of those trademark AA simran shirts. On another note, re mi fa Do listen to The Beatles – Past Masters volume II.

Get bag

Feeling content. It’s been pretty nice all over. Kl’s been treating me fine, I suppose. Not really calm waters here, but i believe I’d built a steady bridge across ‘em troubled waters. I still find myself swearing, giving heavy stares every now and then, you know. Inevitable when you’re in the city. You can’t help but swear it, given that there’s always a silly reason to do so. OH FUG! My shoulder popped again. See ? As we speak, Raya’s approaching, Nigel’s leaving and there’s bound to be a gathering of some sort. Hope to see the whole group(excluding jing) once again. Itching to get back. I need to get in johor to feel johor, feel home. Cause i’d never felt so comfortingly east in the west before. In a way, that’s kinda like home too, innit ? Tell you what, I think i’ve found a feeling i’d lost inside. So right, bye for now. See you soon enough. Need to makan bah. Did i get that right ?

I am too

Another sunday-monday with imu. Went to church with imu. Participated as a spectator in a blood donation drive with imu(had just an hour of sleep the night before). Ate epic beef noodles with compromised imu gang. Slept in a imu kinda room. Sat in an imu student driven car. Ate at a place 15minutes from imu. Played volleyball with hydra-imu girls. Slept under extremely cold temperatures in a room opposite imu. Woke up finding myself in formal attire, like an imu student. Pretended as an imu student for half a day. Had a partner in crime this time, Ko, who’s gonna be a real imu student soon. Sat and had b’fast in imu’s cafetaria. Visited imu’s library and musuem. Sat in a different cafe(beside the library) in imu. Spent 10seconds in imu’s lecture hall. Met, greet and spoke with some imu people. Mad people some of ‘em. Hung around in imu’s eca. And to end it all off, I had lunch in imu. Soon after, I headed back to tasik selatan which was 3 stops away from imu’s sri petaling. End

I am

Well, well, well. Sunday was quite bright a day, wasn’t it ? For a whole day’s worth of not being me. Went to church with imu. Prayed with imu. Ate b’fast, lunch, tea and dinner with imu. Conversed with imu. Jumped the train to imu with imu. Supported imu badminton. Hung around with imu. Slept in imu with temporary keys to a imu populated lot.( With that being said, thank you leroy & chan & guo wai & css for your truly imu-nize hospitality, totally). Everything’s been a spirit walk towards finding who I really am. I am you ? No ?

Caffeine by death

I used a cheras rapidkl bus today. Finally added another piece into my repertoire of getting back home, in this case, taman connaught(ucsi). For today and many days ahead, this is easily my final destination before clockhands strike 12. Not at all a good movie, final destination was simply a desciple to a line of movie flops. Once you past your bedtime, go to bed. Don’t release a 4th installment, especially when the only difference between them were the characters. But if anxiety prevails, watch it on 3D. Seriously, makes it more worthwhile. Enough ’bout that. I have a sleep to indulge. Tomorrow’s church day. Wahey a word with big man, i’ll be having. Goodbye. Amen

Shuttle bus

After every passing day, i’m learning to breathe the same air they breathed, more and more. Slowly but surely, i’m getting there. Sooner rather than later. To where exactly ? Bandar tasik selatan Lrt station. Oh look! good wash. Good ball(eyeballs,here). Goal’s at point blank. Close. Babi, didnt eat lunch! Not to worry. I had ice cream. Adrenaline building up. Oh, pardon me but what’s your name ? I’m fausting ? Huh ? Wot ? That’s …