Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The Times They Are A-Changin’

I can’t really put into words, this funny feeling I had last Sunday. It hit me as I was driving off, and I caught Penan walking back to his car in my rearview mirror. With my wife and baby daughter beside me, I guess you would call the feeling bittersweet. Sort of how you’re supposed to feel, I reckon, when you’re looking back at days gone by.

Penan had come over to my mum’s house that evening, to sign some papers for the unit trust thing (wink wink). No one was home so we hung out in the garage, like we had done a million times before. Just like when we were sneaking out, sneaking smokes (among other nocturnal activities) back in the school daze.

For those of you who don’t already know, Penan moved to Bukit Mertajam on Monday morning. He’s been posted there for three years. I was joking with him that it wouldn’t be much different coz none of us see much of him anymore anyway. But hey, you grow up. Responsibilities grow. Priorities change. No one's to blame. What can you do?

Reading Reda’s posting, korang perasan tak just how much things have changed? I just wanna urge you guys, my friends, bebila pi minum, lepak-lepak hujung minggu nanti, elok pastikan try call semua kaum kerabat. Tak kisah la kalau depa jenis memang tak angkat ke hapa ke. At least ajak, ye tak? Aku tau, aku pun kengkadang susah nak angkat phone (bayangkan la tengah tukar diaper, mandikan baby, bla bla bla, but I know, excuses excuses…), tapi aku nak korang semua tau, sebenarnya memang aku nak sangat join. Cuma kalau dah tak menang tangan, nak buat camne, tak ye nye pak joned oi? Apa-apa pun, ayat gay aku untuk hari ini, aku hargai yang korang masih tak lupa ajak aku bila nak melepak etc.

So in summary, what i'm really saying is this, maybe its due time for all you homos to dig down deep to see just how much ulutopian is still running in your veins. Take time out, and ask yourselves, how much do you cherish the bonds that we've built throughout the years? How much will you miss your ulutop friends when they're no longer around? Will we all be able to call each other friends 50 years from now? Is it possible, feasible, practical to keep friendships like ours alive in the long-term?

Deeply.

A lot.

I sincerely hope so.

Yes, I think.

Ceh wahh… Yo-oh je cerita keling aku. Mungkin dah sampei masa pekene nasi bungkus panazz tepi sungai kot ni....

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Hey Kimmel, how do like them apples? - AM

Sarah Silverman is not really my type of standup, but I didn't know Matt Damon took part in some of her skits. "I'm F*cking Matt Damon" on Jimmy Kimmel Live aired 1-31-08.



on the bed
on the floor
on a towel by the door
in a tub
in the car
up against the mini bar

Enjoy guys, wherever you are. XD

Monday, March 24, 2008

Pride & Joy - Before & After

I can safely say that this was once my pride and joy...

But you grow up and your priorities change, you know? You find the things you worry about, change. What you once deemed important now seems trivial. Out for a drink with the boys? Maybe next weekend, bro. I’m flipping through pastel paint swatches and saving up for a fucking sofa. I'm at her parents house. I’ve got to work early tomorrow...

Before you know what hits you, you find yourself pushing a stroller in the kitchen department at Ikea on a bloody Sunday morning. Is that a smile of self-depreciation or are you reminiscing of times gone by as you try and stuff that Lack wall shelf in white finish, in your impractical pre-marriage coupe? FUck.


These changes happen gradually though, yeah? They sneak up on you. Growing up is a sneaky fuck in that way.

Not that any of its bad mind you. I’d be the last one to say you should consciously set your mind to stem this transformation. Plug the hole in the dam, or just let go… let the raging waters sweep you away. Your choice mate. I’ve made my bed and I sleep in it every night. Soundly.

There have been huge upsides to these changes though. Like clean socks and regular home cooked meals. And oh yeah, did I mention that I spend my time with my very own little angel these days? And speaking of her highness...



... I'm selling Leha (my car). Asking price: RM25k for a crusty piece of 90s rice rocket subculture. Tell somebody.

Its four doors and extra leg space for me from now on mates. Multiple cup holders and mafia hitman boot space.

Low mileage and airbags. Mirror finish paint work and EU saftey tags. Burr walnut finish and variable wiper speed. One handed crusing and a map light to read.

Mint freshner and a content sigh. Looking ahead the day you die.