Circa 2005/06

A story of how paths of Fifi, Dora, Lawrence, Sri & me intertwined. Its not a very long story. Coz its not hard to track down e person who brought all of us together. Fer nites of mind bendin beats, hypnotic lasers & hand weavin, we owe it to one. Effen brings us together, not religiously fer evry single gig he plays but wen we do get together on an impromptu basis, I wonder why it doesnt happen often enough.

But last Friday was set to b his swansong. He's spreadin his wings to London, e mecca of electronic music. Our best wishes are wid him. Characteristically enough, one by one, plans finalized fer e meet up down by Perak Lane. Askin directions was hilarious. It didnt help dat Lawrence really tot e place was called baa baa black sheep. So wen he approached a hefty Indian fella fer directions, we half expected him to answer back, "yes sir, yes sir, 3 bags full." Of coz, he didnt. Hur.

freeze frame. coz dis wont b happenin anytime soon again.

"You can plan a pretty picnic but you cant predict e weather." Dis wkend had an entire itinerary mapped out. 'Had' bein e operative word here. Evrythin of which combusted into my face which is really a big joke on me considerin I sourced, hunted & communicated intensively juz so evrythin could go down to plan. But at e very least, my frens are livin out those details dat I can only imagine as I type dis & I take simple joy from dat alone.

Simple joy. Dats all I ask fer these days. Like my mom doin e sweetest things. She sneaked in food into my room, knowin fully well why I couldnt get out. Dat got me at hello. Also like my unexpected date wid Rinnie. Wid her full course load dis sem, I see her practically evryday. Even Saturdays apparently. Wad started off as an aimless day of 2 bored gerlfrens transformed into a full blown date-like setting. Bein pasta crazed fans dat we are, we discovered e best eva place to satisfy our spaggetti desires. After which, we drooled at e icy satin tops & dresses at Bebe only to drool even more excessively at all e outfits in E Devil Wears Prada. Which was one of e beta chick films Ive caught. I tink Anna Hathaway has got e ugly-ducklin-to-swan transformation down to pat. Wad beta way to end any date den sum delectable desert? We indulged in a couple of slices from Secret Recipes yummy array of cakes & chit chatted e nite away. And juz like dat, my Sept 2nd slipped on by. Juz like any other day in e calender. Only it wasnt suppose to b any other day.

"i had fun tonite. call me sum time ya?"

In e topsy turviness of life, sumthin or sumone has to hold you down. Almost like a compass. To set you rite again. And most importantly, remind you how it feels to smile genuinely. Sri's all dat & more. She surprised me in sch after my class wid a chocolate mudpie. And dats huge fer her considerin, she hates venturin out to e west side. She also got me a hundred dollar gift certificate, an early birthday pressie she insists. But I tink its juz sumthin fer me to get on by dis empty wkend. Tho I cant wait fer her to come back & turn me a shade of slimy green wid envy of our her wkend getaway.

Three generation of women, all directly related, sharin e same birthday. Wad are e odds? Its become a family ritual to roll all our birthdays together in a family gatherin. Dis time, my cuz had e theme of purple or green. Odd colours to b chosen I tot. My cousin got me a tiramisu cake, my aunty wid a mango flavour & e lil one had e blackforest. It was small simple affair, e closest thin to a celebration I will hav dis year. Oh well.

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:: fer evry laughter, come e tears, not long after ::

Too much has happened. My supposed favourite month has juz barely begun & alrdy, Im in 'wake me up wen september ends' mode. To neva plan, to neva expect, to neva look forward. I really shud take each day as it comes. Coz in plannin, comes anticipation, promise & hope. Ingredients to set you up fer a disappointment. Ive also learnt to remember my past lessons. To neva trust, to neva let ur guard down & cave in momentarily. Coz its a snake eat rat world out dere.

Words hav been either a fren or foe fer me. Sumthin like water or fire. Wen under controlled circumstances, it soothes or warms e heart. But wen you wield it in a wild uncouth manner, consequences are of epic proportions. Even if its accidental. I dun fancy big bombastic words. Paragraphs of chunky words peppered all ova get my eyes glazed & I tend to scan thru e jargon juz so I can fathom e main points. And it irritates me coz it drips of unecessary conceit. No, big words dun impress me. Any half baked undergraduate can mimic dat. But words injected wid true raw emotion. Now dat takes a lil sumthin more. I believe evrythin I write can strike a chord wid you if I penned it wid e sincerest of hearts. Juz like short can b insanely sweet, short can b equally venomous.

Dis blog has been my outlet since my good ol poly days. Howeva e events of e past few days hav opened my eyes wide & large. Its time to bid adieu. imSOjaded will always b a moniker close to my heart. So will e ppl Ive met solely thru dis blog. From e top of my head, Sno, Kang, Defjam, Nab, Elii, Dha & many more. I'll b constant voyuers on all ur respective sites. As fer me, I will continue to write fer I believe one shud neva stop writin. But in a public domain again? We'll see. Wad I do noe, imSOjaded has served it purpose well. Till my next blog(if eva), you can always try googlin me to try ur luck.

In tune to e French quotes on my blogskin,

au revoir

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"Kaulah shatu shatunya. Di antara berjuta. Inshan ishtimewaaa." Okay so Hady didnt hav e pelat S goin on but he melted hearts across e island wid his rendition. And dat shot of his mom sobbin & Hady on stage, stugglin to fight back tears & regain composure. Like woah. Dat earned at least 30 votes from my household. Its ironic how it took a malay song fer me to actually start votin.

So dere goes my horribly short lived vacation. On hindsight, Im relieved it didnt stretch any longer den it did. Goin to slp at sunrise & groggily stirrin at 3-330pm evryday was not doin my body any favours. I literally slothed thru these 2 weeks & as unbelievable as dis sounds like, I erm, cant wait fer term to begin. Hur hur~

And goin by today's first day lectures, its showin plenty of promise. *rubs hand in glee* Fer one, we hav credible lecturers to begin wid. Dats quite importanto coz we learnt e hard way last semester thru a short tongued chinaman dat coherence is mighty essential. But still, his pronounciation of Marshaaaal Mah-Lu-Han cracks us each & evrytime.

In fact I couldnt wait to go back to sch dat I actually went dropped by e campus last Friday. Hee. Apart from payin sch fees fer e new sem, I dragged Rinnie fer a talk by one of my favourite columnists. And he was as entertainin live, as his columns were. I wanted so badly to tell you sum of his jokes but dere was juz a gazillion too many comin at us. BUT, fret not. One did actually stick in my head. He was tellin us how kids used to tease his name at e playground.

"Wad do you call a camel wid 3 humps?"

HUMPHREEEY!

"Ok, wad do you call a camel wid 3 humps dats bendin down?"

NEIL HUMPREEEY!

e 3 humped kneelin camel in e flesh

i made him sign fer nana cabana. i mite regret dis wen im 40 but heck.

Daddy came back from his Indon trip wid lotsa goodies fer e ladies waitin fer him at home. Mainly sheets & sheets of batik which my mom, sis & me went crazy ova wid plenty of "I wan dis!" squelin goin ard. But its comfortin to hav him back at home. He's really e glue fer e family & I love seein him at e dinin table pourin ova his notes, uncharacteristically of a retiree but hey, dats my Daddy fer you.

Den came a short but sweet midweek madness wid e black mafia.

"Im sucha lady but Im dancin like a hoe." E only shot of e nite & it had to b me behind e camera. Cammie took a tumble in a moment of drunken stupour & its hello lens error foreva. Sigh. Farah made up fer it by lendin her sleek slim Ixus ova e wkend but her equally slim rechargeable batt hav since died out & e cam whore is once again, cammie-less.

Nonetheless, life goes on. Ppl celebrated their birthdays & got hitched & Farah's Ixus snapped em all. Kat turned 23 & e gayboys went all out in a chalet gatherin complete wid DJ. Howeva, I felt e great big ol bungalow gave me e creeps on top of e constant drummin of hip hop dun stop from e DJ perched on e parapet above didnt do it fer me. I turned down e Why Not afterparty coz of a weddin e next day.

hello boys

struttin our stuff in white & gold. it was e theme.

Now e weddin on Saturday was a first fer me. My dear dearest sec sch buddy Nurul & me can say we're family now. Coz I came from e bride's side & she from e grooms. E reception took place at her home & we gluttoned our way thru. Her house was transformed into a magical fairytale settin wid tonnes of yummy food & kungfu servers. LOL. Wad a combi!

Dis is my 15 year old cuzzie who insists dat I, *ahem ahem*, resembled Jennifer Love Hewitt. I like bein ard e younger cuzzies fer weddings coz I can order dem ard. Heh. I slept on her lap thruout e North to East comute from e bride to grooms place. Like a stuffed python. Hur~

Irfaan, moi, Nurul, Izwah & Fairoz in front of e entrance to Nurul's place.

Anyhows, ask you sumthin. Blondes hav more fun kan?

Wads in a tagboard? An avenue fer frens & passer bys to leave comments. Ouh yes Ive read those blogs wid vicsious hate tags & deep down, I feel comforted dat mine has remained fairly peaceful fer e past 3 years. Sure dere were a luckless few who tried but got bored of my firm resolve of silence. Except fer e one who attacked my sister, at her lowest point. I was havin none of dat & I certainly put dat cowardly prick in its place.

So lookie wad e cat dragged in now. I dun make a habit to delete tags. Not only coz Ive long forgotten my chatterbox id & password. Its coz I noe you'd come back to visit my blog & admire ur harsh words while at e same time, hungry fer e lashback you hope to unleash. You wanna slam me? Take ur best shot. Afterall its MY blog.

But to go to e lengths of slammin sumone else on MY blog. Dats really provin a point. My my, she must b really sumone. And ure rite. She really is sumthin. To me. To Luqman. And her multitude of frens includin *surprise surprise* Rau who prove juz how far e ties of frenship can take you. Too bad you got e short end of it. Dat explains tho. No wonder ure so bitter. And pls eh, while ure at it, pick on more up to date matters can? Tsk tsk.

feast ur eyes on dis sucker

.words can only do so much, dahling.

Alrite alrite, wad does

&

&

hav in common?

Its been called e MTV Curse. After painfully exhibitin endless canoodles & mushy I-love-yous in front of say, e MTV generation ok ok I digress, e entire world, we now witness e ugly squabbles & bitter scathin remarks thru their publicists. Damn, e camera stopped rollin at e best bits.

I personally will admit dat I fell hook line & sinker fer Meet e Bakers. Dey had a weddin I can only dream of wid adorable kids to boot. E blonde wifey looked like trailer thrash initially but shucks, she grew on me. E last couple to b hit wid e onslaught of e curse, dey seem to b havin e worse of horrid slugs at one another wid accusations of infidelity & such. Sighh, dun fall fer a punkrocker I say. Or worse, a wannabe. *smirks*

Sumtimes it scares me e cabana outta me to see sumthin so perfect fall to pieces. All butterflies & rainbows in e beginnin only fer it to errupt abruptly in such a hideous distasteful manner. Makes you question e conditionality of love. I guess its a constant reminder dat evryone changes. And wid 2 ppl in a relationship, dats a whole lotta changes to cope wid.

Ppl change, ppl make mistakes, ppl lie. All of which inevitably occurs in evry relationship. But how often dat happens could b directly proportional to e longetivity of e courtship. Ppl can change too damn fast. Ppl keep on makin e same mistakes. And sum ppl simply cannot stop lyin. Couples file fer divorce day in & day out. I guess one party got doggone tired of standin by mistakes dey didnt make. Wen is enough, enough?

Ure hangin onto my heart. And I hope you fall. Flat.

Instructions: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING.

How does the world see me?
Falling Out of Love by Aqualung. (ouch ouch ouch)

Will i have a happy life?
Lonely Soul by UNKLE. (ouh a dagger thru my heart)

What do my friends really think of me?
You Could Have It So Much Better by Franz Ferdinand. (really? you tink so..)

Do people secretly lust after me?
I Know I Know I Know by Tegan & Sara. (hahah, sooo full of myself!)

How can I make myself happy?
My Humps by Black Eyed Peas. (eh! shudnt my humps b makin other ppl happy? hur hur)

What should I do with my life?
No Man's Woman by Sinead O'Connor. (hallellujah!)

Will I ever have children?
Teenage Kicks by Buzzcocks. (noo, not fer teenage kicks. eh! im not a teenager anymore)

What is some good advice for me?
Loosen Up My Buttons by PCD. (hahah okay if you insist!)

How will I be remembered?
Silent Angel by Paul van Dyk. (awww shucks)

What is my signature dancing song?
I Wanna Riot by Rancid & Sublime. (woot im a closet rudegirl haha!)

What do I think my current theme song is?
Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt by We are Scientist. (LOL)

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Dreaming by Tiesto. (ouh yes im a dreamer)

What song will play at my funeral?
Time Has Come by Portishead & DJ Shadow.. (woah how poignant)

What type of men/women do I like?
Coin Operated Boy by The Dresden Dolls. (eh! damn on e spot dis one, i like)

What is my day going to be like?
Smile Like You Mean It by The Killers. (hah, no comment)

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Man dat was seriously funny. Give it a try & get a good laugh. Hols have been fully made used of so far but I'll take a breather tmr. I also managed to quench e movie junkie in me by catchin The Lakehouse & Click. Dey sure didnt disappoint. Tho I noticed e common theme was architecture. But dat was it. Lakehouse was exactly how I anticipated it. I dun understand e big hooplah wid e pairin of Reeves & Bullock but e plot was pretty fresh.

"Will you still love me in e mornin?

Forever & ever, babe."

But woah, Click caught me completely by surprise. I was practically bawlin silently towards e end. Wasnt it suppose to b an Adam Sandler show? Hello! Wad gives. I got so emotional dat e Cranberries Linger is on repeat on my winamp. All dis while & I neva realized how sad e lyrics were. Ouh how dey spoke to me...
 

I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.
So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?


Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

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