Bising

Everyone's interesting until they talk.

You can quote me on that.

Patah Balik

As most of you might have known I once lived in the states and although it was mostly remembered about the life I had there, I do remember the acts that caught my ear at an early age. I wasn't a teenage rebel who listen to rock back then. It was more of the top 40 hits when I was a kid. Friends the television series was just starting and it was the late era of grunge. MTV and radios still preferred to give us the music rather than ads and other junk (*cough* reality shows *cough*). Today buoyed by my previous post I'm reliving, if you will, nostalgia.

Double Helix

Just to counter balance the previous post.

Kasih terlebih Sayang.

The Malaysian Government has approved of the Honeymoon package put fourth for husband and wives on the rocky road to divorce. Since there is an increasing amount of divorces among Malaysians, the Government are providing these honeymoon packages for free with the money coming from their respective state government.

Oh yeah, its free plus some counseling. To celebrate this modern era in relationship building let's listen to the perfect song for such an occasion:

Musika permainan

Choose your own destiny they say. Who ever had said that must have not been a Malaysian or like the stereotypical Asian on those American movies. We aim to please. Sometimes with no actual benefits.

The give and take action has come to be the all taking hands at will. The life is drowning out of me. More and more as time passes. Becoming the androids that they want people to be. Ears are screeching with monotonous melodies. Colors the music paints is dying. I guess now I understand the meaning behind the song "American Pie".

"Singing, this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die."

Rock and Fucking Roll!

1 km

We were in front of our classes standing silently mentally preparing for the day ahead. As with any other day it felt like it was going to be one of those long days at the office grinding out every parcel of our body just to get on with the day.

So on we went infiltrating the knowledge put forth until it came for a rest, recess if you will. We sat at the exact spot everyday for the last two years during recess. On this day we talked about running off. By the time the talk ended we had our bags in our hands. There were three of us contemplating the plan. Me, Mark and Daisy.

Sounds like more Dukes of Hazards than your daily trio but lived by. I knew Daisy not that long ago. Well I knew her but I didn't know her knew her until we were in the same class. Forced friends at first but we had so many things in common it was hard to ignore that we would later become best friends. We could talk for hours about everything and anything, and also not talk at all for hours just sitting and lazying around. The stark difference between me and her was that she had the brains. While we did the same amount of lazying around, we didn't share the same grades which kinda bug me but it passes.

The three of us had one foot out the gate while everyone else were busy eating. Instead of using the route of trees, mud and the occasional lizards that most of the "troublemaker" gangs used, we went through the side gate. Which was linked to a temple that was usually silent during school hours. Our theory of silence was spot on as there were more dust than homosapiens. So off we went headed towards my house, since my parents were at their offices and my siblings at school. We sat around in the house playing games and basically do what every teenager would do when skipping class, naps.

It was almost the end of the school day so I took the car keys to my beaten up old '78 Datsun that nobody seemed to not care about. I called her "Kiyoshi" which meant bright and shinning in the Japanese language. The irony. Starting the car had a precise maneuver in it, kicking the side of it before turning the keys. So off we went, as the car backfired a couple of times before eventually running smoothly. Stopped by Mark's and Daisy's house for them to also change their clothes. Like any other day in a beat up car with friends, we knew nothing of our destination. It has always been that way. "Livening the trip they say". So onwards to the highway.

Gegaran seismik

I'm watching back Freaks and Geeks and was reminiscing the good old days of high school (again!). Since the story is basically about the normal groups of stereotypical high school students I was thinking about the so called good 'ol times.

Yeah many of the good times that are engraved in the time capsule near the brain but some few often the opposite happens. The dark parts of the moon has somehow cleared its way towards your eyes. Most of my UPSR year was only remembered for the excessive slaps I got almost everyday. It was by the BM teacher who had hands bigger than my head. He also taught us Science and oh yeah, he was also our class teacher. Whoop-y...

I just got back from the states and was only really learning Bahasa back for a couple of years, so it was a little hard for me to grasp. Now don't get me wrong, It's not like I failed the subject or anything, it was just that I was not "up to standard" since I was "in the first class". We were already stereotyped and categorised at an early age. At first it was only him who was "picking on me". Later on even the English teacher asked me why I could get good grades in English and not Bahasa since it was our mother tongue.

I remember just shrugging it off almost everyday of the week and football kinda help with things. I guess thats how I learned to just turn off. Be blurred as they call it. It gave me the neccessary equipments to make it through high school where "your grades means yourlife". The categorization in high school only gets worse.

That could be for another time.