Hang on I cannot find your face,
kinda leave it to me,
u say did i want to catch you?
till our luck struck us through…
Alisha
First calm week
Slow is for pessimist. I want to see it as soothing. Apart from high tower price for virtually all items, Miri is great. On the first day after the flight, we realized that we haven’t been briefed enough about our journey. Practically, the ‘briefing’ at KLCC the other day was only a small talk and ticket handover for flight in about 2 hours time. Imran and Se having a lot of rushing to do, as they havent even started packing!
Let’s have a few examples of prices here: 12′pcs plastic hanger cost rm16, roti canai kosong rm2.50, and taxi fare for approx 15km cost rm20 per trip. I’m hoping to check for other places for cheaper prices. Until then, I’m gonna wait to buy things in peninsula.
In the taxi on our way to SKO, i realized the traffic was perfect. You could only speed to about 50-70 km/h for most of the time. At last, ive find the place where i can peacefully drive.
The weather is not as hot (remember UTP?). But i didnt fall easily for those air-conditioner. The first day at the hotel, i turn them all off. Those, forced closed volume makes me fever-prone.
The Hope for Life-long Learning (crap)
The post should be about how i finally meet an end to my bachelor’s degree. I didnt write earlier for fear that i would stumble on my fyp and vibration (with only 7/40 for coursework). It turns out a miracle. I got B and C respectively, continuing the series of fortunate events that well showed me the power of The Universe.
June 2008, i unofficially graduated. At the last day of the semester, I had to undergo an interview. This interview is so significant I am judged wether I’m a useful resource or kids who don’t have attittude. I’m desperately vying for a Peninsular position but blurbed out ‘anywhere’, when asked about location preferred. Not all bad though, the ’surface’ word that I got from azzad does come in handy.
I waited for 3 months (realizing its hard to find a job in the process) doing heavy sleeping. Its good that i didnt consume much and my weight did not buckle. The end of waiting period ended with an expected command to be at Miri. The place I would be for certain years. I can almost see it right from the beginning. It’s a revelation to be at new place, however it will cost me many things. Unless a late miracle happen (which is my offer revoked and i’m placed in peninsula =) ) i will be reporting for duty this 2 sept and fly to the city i knew so little about.
Ok, Miri for one is the birth of oil exploration in Malaysia in 1914 by the former Shell. Next i knew that my once best friend Syaiful Alfraiza was there. Let’s hope he’s still there. However, with gratefulness in mind, i do still hope another miracle could resurface, adding my ’streak of furtunate events’.
see u later!
Wu-Huu 2008
I’m arriving late and couldnt believe my eyes. We always talk 400 sumthing crowd, and here there are, (every type of person u can think of). There’s a cute boy with slightly advanced hairstyle, school children (hopefully they’re from secondary school), and even parents who seemed like dragged down by their children wanting to watch Hujan.
We’re simply not used to it. After a few rounds finding Yun and Qiela Rainbow, briefed by Izham I managed to sit down. There are people everywhere, and looked like they couldnt wait any longer. “Cheer up!” I mumbled. “Ramai sial….!” Jemek wit his disbelief face. He had been always so critical but positive minded. I can only grinned. We have approximately 37 sale booths and another 7 exhibition booths, so mathemathically it goes down to the power of network promotions. What makes it sweeter, the event is not in KL! I couldn’t think any of event not funded by well-published company, doing indie gig and art of this magnitude.
I hope everyone had a good day. I miscalculated the manpower tshirt. I end up giving an XXL Jebon an M tshirt! No wonder he’s so angry. =) He’s the hero of the day from my point of view dealing the stage flow and equipments while the imported bodyguard, Mr. Najib takes care of the security.
There are point for myself to remember tho:
1. No more sleeping ‘keru’. Every crew should have jobs.
2. Entrance to after-barricade area should be monitored closely. The stage is somehow crowded with assholes, in shape of cameraman and groupies.
3. Is there any ‘bomoh hujan’ u know?
4. Technical (plus one person - connecting stage and mixer tent). Security (if only we have 5 more Mr. Najib)
5. Soundman is experimenting on the day. I cant hear the tops, the sub woofer is ok. Will be alright if the band are all guest band!
Owh. btw. Retrodelic plays a beatles tune. Followed by Dewi and I was born to love you. We wanted to do some experiments so we played Rockstar Inc with Askar on vocal. I dont know but i think the crowd remember it and hopefully it’s a good sign.
Right before coming on stage my hp is nowhere to be found. That stupid asshole also give some msg to my contacts. May he live long enough!
a month of competitive music, no good
Ops.the previous post should say that the ‘freak accident’ happened in march 2007. A day after the preliminary round for Euphonius that year.
Now approximately 1 year later, the Euphonius 2008 was over. We clinched to second place! I’m so happy, as Donut was also there and watch the performance. I cannot hide that deep down i feel sad as The Capoiz was ‘invincible’! Nothing to be ashamed of, as all the performers are really awesome. Seriously, we can’t tell who’s going to be second,third,fourth or fifth. First? I had a feeling from the start that they going to win again. They’re a ‘batch band’ and also boasting the finest singer on the competition. The most important thing. And the line-ups they have, you should be really special to compete with them.
Thank God we slashed out the urge of winning into something more realistic. To destroy! It’s a perfect excuse of telling we can’t win but have to be the best either way. Got the point?
I got a stomachache seeing Yasha’s montage. Where’s the last sentenced sound a bit like this ‘The Unity of May03′. Last time i recall, I’m still a May03 and that won’t change. The montage maker make it loyalty and personal by choosing which band to vote. I do think, it also make other batches turn off to vote them. And how about me, i didn’t unite being in other band. Lamest thing, on making this thing a battle of the batch! Owh, I had issues only with the montage not with the band. =)
The next agenda is Wu-Huu 2008. I’m so busy monitoring tshirt sales and end up giving a horrid time to Dr. Azmi my Failure Analysis lect during my FYP seminar.
“This is my progress per now, sir”
“It’s OK…
you just have to go back and start working”
Wow! I’m like crazy.
P/s:Thanks awin.she’s the manager again.
Thanks chuna and mia.they are ’the groupies’.
as if in a dream
i opened my eyes, hearing in from afar, while collecting my scattered wits. it is my name, coming out from strange people.i mean stranger. strange voice. i looked around only to realize that i in unfamiliar places. dark night, unimaginable territory.
how odd it can be. i wake up only to find out i’m half covered in mud near a highway. ‘this can’t be it’. and it followed by, ‘damn, pure damn’.
and finally i spot spill of blood close to me. making smooth chores of lines to the end of the roadways and sand (i supposed) which i currently sit on. it’s my blood. i slowly regained consciousness. i’m not waking up from a bad dream. it’s really happening.
i can do scanning now. ‘damn it’, was i all i can say, for one last time. it’s the picture of my crashed-to-the-limit car that grab me.it’s within 10 metres away.looked like i got an instant punishment. the car’s in awful lot. the sides (i mean both sides) had totally cracked in. the rear looked like it’s smashed up to be halfway in. and the rear glass window, which is the only way i can be here, out of the car, scattered. shiny little pieces of glass. this is when i felt raw, unease strain at my knee. it’s blood there, too. and i must have been dragged on most part of the time end up in current place; on my two legs. this will leave an awful reminder in form of scars. which is what i hate most.
i didnt bother the pain, and the people staring at me. i hear them murmuring, and i dont give a shit;get up on my foot and began tracking my things from the car.the first one is my timberland bag.which carry most of my valuables.and second one is my wallet, which separately found at the backseat.maybe the effect of momentum.
one caring guy approaches me, as if it was his bussiness (which turns out it is), ‘jgn buang masa,adik.kita terus ke hospital.yang lain kitorang uruskan’. i dont know why. i followed in agreement.sit on the backseat of his red toyota moving slowly fled from the scene. the peoples, other peoples; looked like they’re scared.while i’m actually cursing why this could have been happened.
at the toll gate to get off the highway. i heard the generous guy said, ‘cepat sikit, teruk ni’; he was not talking to me. i have this illusions, and dizzy. i couldnt see more as the black faze filled up my head. i was unconscious.
p/s: this was around march 2006, when i’m doing practical at J&J.huge thing happen which much changed me in many ways of thinking.i owe big thanks to the generous brother.and to my family and close friends.
Solo, and loving it.
I said it like hundred times. I do being alone most of my time now. and honestly it was hard. Considering i’m being in a bigger group since v1 days. I do realize, it’s hard for me to adjust being in a group of mediocre thinking people either, which made me seperated from ‘others’ almost every time. Being alone however, made me think a lot more than ever. which is good. Stupid little things comes crawling when i’m alone;
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what can i do now, is read a lot more. and hopes, pour in more-than-average efforts so i can have a good challenging life i always hope.
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Being lazy fool who never learns, makes it look like thousand mile adrift from the mission, ilham!
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Sometimes, anticipation is better than reality. we never knows who’re the real friend.is being close is what it mean by friend/ doubt it.
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and love; is stupid. makes me and you, weak. wavy seperation, which is always tough; will prove to be a good tonic.
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Do i really need challenge/ Doubt it. Actually i want a manageble life. Messy workplace with no obligation of schedule isnt for me.Why would i lie.
Got to do the plan or izham will be crazy.
And comes, RETRODELIC
We decided to form a new band. and the headache is to find a good name. a cool name. there’s a list; i personally like no.8 awas; api! coz it was so radical. so that i can be a nationalist freak altough i dont understand anything of independance.i wasnt there.
pilihan nama band
1. acid redshift
2. retrodelic
3. glitter overkill
3. random puppet student
5. klik jurnal
6. pengkalan
7. hapusan data
8. Awas; Api!
9. Protokol
10.Polisi Rantau Timur
11.Sekuriti Unik
12.Scarlette Empire
13.Scam Konformist
14.Fufu Bunny & The Gigglers
15.ANGKUH
16.strato-skandal
17.Retrodelic Skandal
18.John Smith
We have our first show as a band just a moment ago. our hujan’s bila aku sudah tiada was so shit we’re so lucky brother nizam comes and saves the day. like superman, he is. anyway we felt happy, i sweat a lot. and it compensate my lack of jogging i do lately.
We meet Rainbow Clothing, angel coming down to earth giving their hand on our Wu-Huu 2008. There’re also designers who help us on the t-shirt, which are talented, like hell. Everything going on well except i didnt submit my fyp progress report just YET. just shit. Working on my CV, waiting proofreading from afik n askar.
What a difference a day make
It’s jamie cullum’s. and i reccomend it altough u’re not into jazzy, country or anything slow moving. the lyric is simply consumable.
What a difference a day make, 24 little hours, of the sun and the flowers, where they used to be red.
My yesterday was blue day, today i am upon to view day, my lonely nights are through day, since u said u were mine.
What a difference a day make, there’s a rainbow before me, skies above can be stormy, since a moment of abliss, that flinkin,
it’s heaven when u find romance on ur menu.
What a difference a day make, and the difference is u.
If u’re lookin for a package (count me in). That sucker is quite handsome. 20 something. not late 20s.but early 20s. now that’s a feat.
how on earth, an alternative, indie or rather rockish looking young dude can be such a maestro on that old taste of music. point to ponder.
As the final days coming
To have a good looking rooms. checked.
to prepare my study accessories and timetable.checked.
to do my fyp.deleted from to-do-list
to record my songs.not checked.
this is not fair. depression. argh.
