Monday, May 21


nama kumpulan: pendarahan dalaman.
hit song: jangan lupa asah pisau tu.
album out: november 2009 (kalendar ethiopia)
ahli kumpulan: mi, izrul, yap, afis (at the time of press, aliases
not yet available)

watch the band live at akar karya studio, uptown. (call dulu, ok.
nanti mai band takde, frust plak.)

Thursday, May 17

gaya hidup yang tidak sihat #2.

pagi pagi layan sup daging.

cicah french toast.

cedera perut aku.

Wednesday, May 16

gaya hidup yang tak sihat.

serius.

beli dvd berkati-kati.

tapi kat rumah takdak dvd player.

bila masa nak tengok?

Tuesday, May 15


te-rima ka-seh che'gu!.

a few years back, i launched a tirade against a teacher
i didn't like.

i like most teachers, on the whole.

ustazah nurzuraida, she taught me arabic. she's
great.

when SRP came, she asked me to take it as an
additional subject. in the nicest possible way.

i declined. i don't know. maybe i was just being an
asshole.

being a good teacher, and possibly cus it wasn't
mandatory, she didn't push further.

now, when i think about it, i feel a sense of remorse.
like i wasn't fighting for the cause of arabs or something.

guilty.

so, ustazah nurzuraida, selamat hari guru. mintak
maaf banyak banyak.

saya budak baru belajar.

kalau salah tulong lah tunjok-kan.

Monday, May 14






me, my t5 and nasi dalca kapitan keling.

well, actually i had three other friends as well.

we ventured outside of komtar to get to the
supposedly 'legendary' nasi dalca kapitan keling.

of course, no one knew the shortest route there.

and, of course, we ended up near the jetty.

and little india (?), kedai mamak nama mustafa
kamal (?), and apa benda lagi ntah. last2 jumpa;

nasi dalca rahim (holy grail, aaaaa..)

taro nasik baek punya, pastu jalan2, sekali terjumpa
nasi dalca yang kitaorang aim nak pi tu.

rupa2nya silap kedai. panas gila.

untuk melayan hati yang syahdu, w'all (kat sapa aku cerita
ni, pelat semacam nih) layan la chinatown. layan jugak la
penang time malam. felong jugek a, bak kate orang muor.

pusing2 sampai berpeluh (habis air dalam badan tu) last2
sampai jugek komtar.

moral of the story: malu bertanya sesat jalan.