My friends and I are planning a charity thing. I really hope it works!

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So Nan invited us for a jam session with the original line-ups of our band. I wonder whether it would ever happen... (eyes sparkling.. tingtingting...)
If it does, I'm gonna scream my lungs out... lepas geram. Dah la karaoke takleh, jamming pun dah bertahun takde... (tingtingting)


Sighhhh, ennnnnnnntahhhhhhhhhhhhhlahhhhhhh........................

Oh Humairah @ 4 months!

More to come :)

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MIA...

It's so hard for me to blog nowadays! Argh!! I'm so busy!!

Here are some pics of my baby Humairah. We visited Sepang Gold Coast, just to see what's all the fuss with this palm thingy ala Dubai. It's not completed yet, but I heard it should be ready by end of this year. No pics coz I think it's not all that ready yet. But we did enjoy the seafood there, by the beach... yumm...

Another Broken Heart

My heart is so broken, I don't think anything or anyone could ever heal it.

Always that way... always that way... I'm destined to be this way.




If it is so, then I shall take it as I go. Like always, this heart has been broken again...


Another stagnant me.



Please. This is my turn.

Ignorance could still be bliss

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super ********* was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

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Do you have friends who envy your success, or your work, or maybe just your EFFORT? Well I had friends like that, but now I don't... coz I don't consider them my friends anymore.

I don't know if it's just the MALAY culture, or are all races like that? Take this for an example: I know most restaurants have this thing called 'pelaris' which is some kinda black magic to make their business more successful, making people crave for their food, or somehow tend to always go back to that same restaurant although the food sucks. And if by any chance another rival comes, one of them will try to 'kill' their business using yet again black magic... yada yada.. I know some of you will disagree on this. I'm not dumb, okay. I've seen it with my own eyes. And it frustrates me to see other races joining hand in hand in bringing their business up together. Have you seen any Chinese restaurants unsuccessful?

Yes, there are some who don't use black magic. And I see Malay restaurants starting to get together to form 'food court' style, just like the Chinese do. More choices. More people. We all like that.

Same goes with our friends. I have good friends behind my back no matter what. We push ourselves to be the best, to go beyond our limits, to try new things. We'd give each other loopholes to go where we want to go. Give each other what we need to improvise ourselves. Proud to be part of it. But not some assholes I had before who will scrutinize and back stab me when I get to do something new, and they know that I could make it. They talk behind my back. Refuse to support. Refuse to help. And worst, try to bring me down. Pathetically they tried to do what I did but clueless of what they're doing. Just for the sake of competing. Thanks to these kind of people, some of us lose. Just like the restaurants. This is not envy, this is jealousy. They'd do whatever it takes, as long as we don't succeed. AS LONG AS WE DON'T SUCCEED. As long as we do not succeed... and they'll achieve victory, of what fuck.

What goes around, comes around. I still see them as pathetic as before. Good riddance.

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new line up (pic upload by request... ok tak rudy?)



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Humairah @ 2 months

Here are the latest pictures of my baby Humairah. Enjoy!







Oh, Humairah... I tear up everytime I look at you. You are so beautiful...
Hubby bee, she looks so much like you...

Picture Credits to Deb the Gorgeous and Biqque the Pervert!