the picture is from riz's flickr ... curious to view the set? click here.
precisely, we went back to visit college.
when there's pen + paper, you'd be able to guess what happened next ... 
elly + myself couldn't resist dropping by the canteen for breakfast (actually, our instinct told us that zizie, figette, ghose + nailah would be eating in the dining hall. so, there may not be enough for us. teehehehe!) ...
there was lunch served ... zizie + myself dashed for the trays, when the old girls were given proper plates. did you know that we used to eat daging kerbau because they were the cheapest meat? that was news to me + no wonder. :op
we visited 5N + guess what, i can't remember where i sat in class. 
i can remember us taking rugby positions in class during one of the tests. i can remember the sampan kertas competition during one heavy downpour. i can remember us playing frisbee during prep petang. i can remember hiding outside the backdoor, escaping a class + doodling. i can remember a group of us hiding in the dark + jumping to surprise ana, the first to come in + her screaming + switching off the lights to join us jump on the next person.
we were the batch, which had fared best at non academic activities, with the basketball team as the first all malay team to beat an all chinese team (their pictures splashed most chinese titles but no malay or english newspaper picked the news). our school choir got banned then because the ustazahs were worried that the singing sounded like a 'church'. :op
oh! 3T's unfinished finish mural is still where we painted it, though red house's much nicer mural had been replaced. demmit! 
the school did something to us; we all turned human. ;o)
anyways, an acoustic medley by corinne bailey rae + john legend + john mayer
i'm easily excited over small details ...
at widie's, it was her massive covered balcony/terrace and her kitchen; i even imagined widie having a dining table at the balcony/terrace + having guests over for dinner party with candle scattered all over (kuat berangan minah ni rupa2nya).
at nor + man's, it was the fact that man used black plastic food cover (tudung saji) as outdoor lamp shades at the terrace, the pictures adorning the wall leading to their second floor. apparently, daddy-o is into gardening ... oits! bila nak start gardening ni?
at razz + riz's, it was their wall colour scheme, their comfy dining set and the whole township.
at izan + hash's, it was the reception area leading up to the apartments.
so jai + jam had a house warming in conjunction with jud's first birthday, (jam a.k.a. clock is trained an architect) you imagine my jakun-ness stepping into their crib for the first time ... i have one word, aesthetic. their house is a shrine to quirkiness, simplicity and functional minimalism.
i love the fact that the wall separating the two entrance into the kitchen and dining room was filled with a sticker mural of their two kids standing at a traditional kampung house window. i love the unfinished finish. i love the marriage of malay wood ukiran into the modern interior. i even went excited when i saw the clock hanging in their dining hall. stylo ok! :op
if you need an interior designer, i'd highly recommend jam a.k.a. clock. no, i don't charge introduction fee.
(note to self: take more pictures of your friends, not their kids!)
on a serious note, a junior from school pointed our in her blog that wong chun wai wrote in his column, asking the people of ijok to vote for barisan nasional:
As we wait to celebrate the country’s national day, the people of Ijok should vote for Parthiban, not because he is an Indian or a Malay, but because he is a Malaysian. Likewise, no one should be voting for Khalid because he is a Malay as it would be a seriously unhealthy political trend.
adeh ... deh ... deh ... so, do you understand why i've never been inspired to register to cast my votes dalam arena pilihanraya. in the past, when i vote for someone, i'll vote for a person who i believe can deliver and fights for what i believe in bukan pasal skin colour.
esok cuti ke? kalo cuti, happy cuti!
remember them?
About NoFX
you can blame the above on star boys ... apa khabar mamat tu?
this is the most expensive picture ... i present to you ... the spacing out effect ... teehehehe!
p.s. words on the street, a certain group is trying to get justin timberlake to include malaysia into his june 2007 asian tour, do me a favour ... if he's coming + you're going ... at his gig, don't just sit on the bleachers throughout ... believe me, that's just plain rude ... stand up + participate ya! :o)
incidently, on wednesday there was a book launch at the annexe + the whole tell team was there. imagine my excitement. then it click (after a few seconds of beyond words teruja-ness), dina zaman in tell is the same "i am muslim" dina zaman.
just before having to drag our feets out, a question was thrown at me, "would you like to do theatre?". unfortunately, the question found me when i was in my bimbo moment, "huh? do theatre ... on stage or sitting down watching?"writings of light assult the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
the tall unknown city takes over the countryside.
sure of my life and my death, i observe the ambitious and would like to understand them.
their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
they speak of humanity.
my humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty.
they speak of homeland.
my homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword, the willow grove's prayer as evening falls.
time is living me.
more silent than my shadow, i pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
they are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
my name is someone and anyone.
i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.
