L'été Abstrait

What an interesting day i had today. A reunion of old friends and tales, a day of solace and support, and full of laughter. It's been a while since i laughed this hard - and i can't remember when was the last time i actually cried while laughing. I just couldn't stop giggling. Tall tales over taller glasses of ILTs and OJs and CCs. It was a day of confession(s) on many levels. A whirlwind of events. Overwhelming beyond a shadow of doubt. Lunch was just sublime. I haven't had a conversation like that for a while now. They actually turned the fan off on us! I can't bloody believe they did that! We just kept on talking like there was no tomorrow. Thank you so much for your presence, you know who you are and i am eternally greatful for your friendship. :) It didn't end there. The evening was just as exciting. Two old friends who are back for the holidays really made me smile from ear to ear. I haven't laughed so hard in so long. We just kept on laughi...

I was listening to some old tunes we did. Oh man, how i miss those times. The band was magnificent. We had so much energy... It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. But it was sure one hell of a ride. ....if it'll be the same again? Or is it me that's changed? I've been around for untold times.... Keep holding on, telling me to be kind.... I feel alive but i'm dead inside...... This is what pushes me...(more than anything else..) "What Pushes Me" downsyn3, 2002. the last song we played together.

How happy is the blameless vessel's lot, The world forgetting by the world forgot, Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned.

Selamat Hari Raya, semoga bulan Syawal ini membawa keberkatan kepada kita semua. Jika ada salah silap selama ini, saya menyusun sepuluh jari memohon maaf. Enjoy the festivities, jangan makan kuat kuat sangat, kalau ada open house tuh....don't forget to invite me - remember we're not getting any younger! Yang dah tak dapat duit raya tuh, bagilah pulak duit raya kat orang k? :) Yg berada jauh di mata, di bulan Syawal ini, you are definately, dekat di hati. Once again, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin. Ed

Lol. JUST after our roller coaster frenzy last night. Back to business. Who's in and who's out? :) Cheers, Ed

Thanks to everyone who went through the rain and traffic jam(s) to actually attend our first buka together. It was by far and away a roaring success. I have actually lost my voice - due to laughing waaaaay too much. Haven't had this much fun in a while. Bloody brilliant. Anyway, enough of my psycho babble. Pictures definitely speak a thousand words. And I have a thousand pics to share. Enjoy - we sure as hell did. :) Me and Ezar Me and Khalid Me and Naem Me and Sherry Me, Nadira, Farhana and Wayne The Supergroup shot sans Naem The Supergroup shot sans Khalid Makan....makan.... Ah...the onset of a filled stomach "Hi...my name is...." Another group shot of us, after a hearty buka. Ridha and Wife Nad, Syuk and Khalid Ridha & Hezry Rizal and Ezar Another pic of the loving couple.. Lol, Nad's picking her ear. :P Another group shot of us, I think i was laughing at something nad said. Khalid was the photog...

I've decided to use to blog for something more producutive. So, Buka puasa. 1.Where and when guys? EDIT! OUR VENUE IS CHANGED TO PENANG VILLAGE in TAMAN TUN not Hartamas. Apparently Hartamas' Penang doesn't have buffet. So please please don't go to the wrong restaurant on MONDAY. It's near Rasta, NEXT to Maybank and is on Lorong Kajai 3. Not Zaaba please. 2. PRICE: RM21.90++, for those of you unable to comprehend what ++ means, it means plus tax and service charge. The restauranteer told me it'll probably add up to around RM 25 p/head. 3.Why do I always have to organise...korang nih malas betul. Please keep ur e-mail active, or at least leave an email add i can reach you guys. Will keep u updated. Aku dah tua, macam mana nak ingat e-mail semorang. Lagi lagilah yg tak pass kat aku. 4.We've got less than a week, so if i don't get the appropriate response, sorry friends. Our buka is off the books. EDIT, BUKA IS DEFINATELY ON, TOLONG JG...

I think Ramadhan did me a lot of good. Spiritually, Physically and Mentally. Below are some before and 'during' Ramadhan pics. I'm sure Ezar will have nothing nice to say but hey i'm getting there dude. Kurus cam kau susah ah.... :P Before Ramadhan Thanks Sherryberry for his contribution. You could've taken less candid photos btw. Mid way through Ramadhan

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds Awake to find that all was vanity; But the dreamers of day are dangerous men, That they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible. -Lawrence of Arabia Read the book - "Pour your heart into it". The book reveals a staid truism; If you can capture the imagination of your audience, you have winner. It is how a cutting edge company built a worldwide reputation through retail by leading with its heart.

The constant pain i keep having in the back of my head just got worse today. The throbbing sensation has been upgraded to a whole new plateau of other worldly pain inducing sensations. It's as though my brain is having a ball game in the playing field which happens to be my rear occipital lobe. Bitch ass. Yesterday, Brian gave me website, which to his credit, is quite refreshing. It's a website where everyone confesses themselves and you are given a number; instead of a name, which disturbingly enough likens yourself to a convict. But without an internet nick or callname, you are in essence pretty anonymous. To a certain extent of course. You see, your IP remains the same. As undetectable as you maybe online, you are still pretty visible to those dastardly deranged psychopaths who inhabit this "confession booth", with an access to some knowledge of hacking. There are confessions which range from the cheery "i love this guy" quips, to the disturbing, m...

"The rain just kept pouring." The day started off being pretty mundane - woke up late, went to work, went for friday prayers, went back to work, met up with Khalid & Lop, Halo 2'ed, then went for buka puasa with Khalid after dropping off some important documents to my new partner; who funnily enough, doesn't know the meaning of directorship in a company. Lol. Anyway, we got back home, Haloed somemore (Bungie's been consuming my life since Thursday) and when it was time for Khalid to jet back home on his trusty Superbike, we realised that the rain was pouring even harder. Damnit. There's no way for him to continue speeding back on his Police-issue motorcycle now. So Khalid has to camp in my place for the night. For those of you in the know, my room is a complete and utter hazard. There's only room for el primo, and my stuff, which incidentally takes up more space than i do. Khalid on the other hand, being the persistant lil bugger that he is...

Hey sherry,thanks for the photos! Sorry it took me so long to upload it into the site. Anyways,I wished i had stayed for your birthday dinner.Now i have a craving to go to Bayou. Hrmph. Dah lah bulan puasa. And to Kamil Gugila,man it's been so long since i've seen you. U still look like a dad, bro. And you still smoke like a house on fire. Lol. We had such good times in KLCC didn't we? We should do that again. Soon, maybe buka puasa somewhere.

I think we had a blast last night. There were tons of food, tons of fun, and tons of laughs. I left home at 630pm and was on the way to buy some KFC for our first Pot Luck Buka Puasa dinner, when Amirah called and told me that she had already bought a KFC Barrel and told me to buy something else. So i bought KFC burgers instead. 20 pieces of wedges and 3 Large Coleslaw, for 5 people. Lol. As i was about to stuff all the food into my trunk, I received a call from our event organizer telling me that he doesn't know what to buy. I told him to buy lots of soya bean and some kuih. He bought FOUR Soya Bean jugs and 5 types of kuih; plus get this CORN JUICE. Wahahahaha...WTF was that all about??! Nobody drank it, not even Naem. As i rushed my way to Lop's place in Riana Green (since it was almost buka puasa time), I gave him a call to check if he was still waiting for me in the basement parking. You know what? He wasn't even there yet. Lol. Me and Mira and her friend Amy...

Images of an empty home usually generates a strong emotion in all of us. It doesn't matter if it's an old home emptying out for the outlook of moving into a newer, better house; or if it's a new home, moving into a new, and uncharted chapter of your life. Below are some images of my brother's new home, and i thought i'd share some of them with you. The Empty Stairwell. The Empty Room. In the shadow of darkness

Okay, i've been getting alot of emails,sms-es,phone calls and notes regarding the Euro story. Well, I'm sure you're all wondering if there's any truth to the tale at all. You wanna know something funny? I wanna know too . As of yesterday, Lop has finally agreed to drop this whole shenanigan. After being bombarded with jokes and taunts all weekend long, he has finally realised that maybe 800,000 Euros was not worth being the butt of everybody's jokes (including my parents no less...) The fact of the matter is, we have no idea how legit this "win" situation even is. Scary isn't it? If you play to win you might lose, or if you don't play at all, you won't know if you've won. A part of me wonders what would've happened had Lop faxed his winning letter to La Primitiva . It really could've gone both ways. Win or lose. You choose. Oh and Brian , Lop told me that if he did indeed win, he would've bought you a better Put...

Get this. Lop just told me that he won the lottery. Which coincedentally enough, he never PLAYED. 2 cents for guessing what's the prize money. Yup. 816,589 Euros. Translation: Lop gets to buy his Carrera GT, A super posh apartment at The Peak in Ampang, and probably buy himself a couple of decent shirts for year end. Lol. Waddafuck. Anyone guessing that this has got to be the biggest conjob of the year? heee... Firstly, they asked him to fax over his IC,Passport and contact number to a place in Madrid. Secondly, they told him that they've already sent him the money via some escrow service...wahahahha...... Thirdly, if Lop gets arrested for international espionage, I get first dibs on his movie contract! Woo hoo...let's see what happens...

Tis the season again. The season of sour faces and rumbly tummies. A month filled with festivities; from the pasar Ramadhan to the late night sahurs at 24hr mamaks. It is a month filled with trials and tribulations, whereby the true winner is ourselves, and our steadfast perseverance. I enjoy ramadhan for many reasons. Most of them are crucial in getting the real rewards of this fasting month. However, I'm sure most of my muslim (and fasting) friends will agree with me, that nothing beats the sound of the Azan at break fast. Especially if the buka puasa occasion is done at a friend's place or restaurants with friends/family. Funnily enough, today's Friday prayer was especially special for me. One of the main reasons being that, for the first time ever, i wasn't sweating. It was sweltering hot outside, and with this kind of heat you would expect most people to start perspiring profusely. I can't vouch for the guy sitting beside me; but I for one was not sweati...

I missed the apprentice yesterday. That's cause i had to see Mira, her friend Adli (without the "n"), Ana and Danny. The weather was great. Had a Mocha Frap Grande and doodled the time away. Came back just in time to miss the show. Brilliant. When's the next re-run? Anyone?

Look, let's cut the mustard and get this straight. I've heard about Donald Trump, Micheal Milken, Wall Street, Junk Bonds and Yuppies, since i was six. My brother watched "Wall Street," so many times he started reciting lines in his sleep. "Lunch," says Gordon Gekko, "you gotta be kidding me, lunch is for wimps." That was one of his better lines. So, to finally see Trump in action on TV/Cable/MITV/Astro, is a refreshing change. As opposed to an overflooding of reality TV shows from junk ridden teen bopping sensations like AF and Malaysian Idol, or Survivor XXX, now you have something which is not only worth your time watching, it also teaches you something in the process too. Trump, being his usual flamboyant self is not ashamed to flash his fame and fortune to the discerning viewer. He parades his private jets, helis, Towers and Casinos, but misses out on his past exploits which blew up in his face. His high profile divorces to Mar...

"Phwoar." I can't really describe my emotions verbally. The intense feeling of what can only be described as ecstasy mixed together with trolleyfulls of jealousy. You really wonder what these people do in their spare time, or if their work takes up most of their spare time, that their holidays become concurrent with working days. A wholly superfluous relationship. It's rare enough to see one or two of them a month, but to come across a sea of them all in one fell swoop is truly remarkable. Abso-fucking-lutely amazing. The scenery is blurred into a collection of red spots which fills your immediate vision, and sends a flurry of explatives to from your train of thought into your vocal chords. "Fuck," you mutter. Yes, most red blooded males, and some red blooded females, cream their respective underpants if they come across a bevy of beauties this staggering in volume and nature. It is a wholly natural human emotion. The sound, the heritage, and the badge, turn...