The Lizard Intuition!

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Monday, March 31, 2003

Assalamua'laikum!

From the notepad of Lizardeouss - Liza The Lizard Intuition!

Hi people!

Good to be blogging today. Life is getting better by the day, babe! Shopping centres aren't so busy these days, I simply glide thru the shopping floors without having to go "tsk! shite! excuse me!", navigating and steering myself away from the Singaporean crowd. Even traffic light crossings are such a breeze these days. Thanks to the outbreak daunting on about 80% of Singapore's residents, people like me bear all of the FREEDOM to roam hassle free. Quite angry these days, very grumpy me. Guess it's the usual PMS bitchy thing that clings on women every once in a month. But, my periodic table of menses are still a great deal of days ahead. Could be the reaction of my cough germs to the dosage of Clarinase and Diphenhydramine that makes me so, so ferocious. SKIN THE DAYS!!!

OKAY.... new updates here. Check out my little brother's "ZulBoB" newly revamped and reconstructed website!
Go to www.freewebs.com/elusive_elements/
Have a read on his fresh new ideas flowing through that chubby fingers of his. Would gladly appreciate it if you people could keep up the small support for this young mind. A feed of advices would help him go through the 'walk on the highwire'.
Am attracted to his expressionism. ELUSIVE ELEMENTS The Next Generation of Rock Syndrome....

Thank you for your great attention my dear ladies and gentlemen. A curtsy and a smile, I retreat to the comfort of my queen-size bed.
Mind you, Aredz, I ain't been quarantined for my common cough and flu. "Awak tu ingat, jaga-jaga... kaki nak kena potong..."

Me, having a mental of a gecko. I bid you Wassalam.... ~LoVe~ ooohhh, how pensive!




Friday, March 28, 2003

Assalamua'laikum wahai sahabat-sahabat sekelian...

Wanita : Harum Semerbak Kasturi atau Racun Di Dahanan Berduri?

Mengikuti sebuah petikkan perbualan antara aku dengan seorang sahabat yang luar biasa, beliau telah membentangkan subjek tentang kelemahan wanita terhadap 'Godaan' atau senang di lunaskan, dalam bahasa Inggeris, "Temptation". Berkaitan dengan itu, kami berdua bukan terlibat dalam perdebatan malahan ianya terjadi sebagai suatu perbincangan yang agak umum. Aku agak sedia menerima sebarang kritikan yang akan dihempaskan oleh si pencakap itu. Namun, aku amat sabar dengan kata-kata yang sering memulas telingaku, selama 12 tahun lamanya aku kenal pasti dengan wataknya.

Menurutnya, dengan fakta-fakta yang telah ada, wanita ni memang susah menolak godaan. Baik kan ia tentang nafsu dan terlalu mengikutkan perasaan, wanita ni terletak kepada kaum yang lemah. Telah dicatitkan di dalam kitab suci Al-Quran, bahawa wanita tidak berkemampuan menjadi Imam kepada para jemaah, apatah lagi menjadi pemimpin negara. Jadi, tugas wajib yang khususnya diperkatakan beliau itu, diberi sepenuh kuasa ke atas kaum lelaki sahaja. Butir yang dimaksudkan oleh sahabatku ini, aku mengakuinya, ia memang fakta. Tetapi untuk menegakkan benang yang basah pula, aku menunjukkan kepada beliau bahawa ada kaum wanita yang berminda kuat dan bisa mempunyai iman yang kukuh untuk menolak godaan yang sedia ada. Bangkanganku: Ingatkan kisah 'Joan of Arc' yang memimpin suatu pertempuran demi menegakkan negara Perancis. Sahabatku menolak pengakuan itu dengan berkata, pimpinan 'Joan of Arc' hanyalah suatu pandangan visual yang dirancang.

Wanita ni, adalah kaum yang paling banyak memegang watak di dalam kehidupan. Satunya, wanita boleh mengandung, menyusukan, menjaga dan mengasuh anak dengan sebaiknya, ia suatu kejadian yang semulajadi. Bangkangan dia: Tetapi janin tidak akan terjadi tanpa pembenihan dari pihak lelaki. Aku memandang beliau dengan sebelah mata lalu menjelingnya dengan manja sambil senyumanku sinis. 'Pertempuran minda' kami tidak berakhirnya di situ.

Aku memberi penerangan kepadanya tentang seimbangnya wanita dan lelaki dalam zaman moden ini. Namun begitu, tetap dia letakkan aku di dalam golongan 'segelintir wanita yang bersikap rational'. Nasib baik aku penyabar. Orang lelaki jangan asyik bersikap melulu, bila ditemplak kembali oleh kaum wanita yang berminda tinggi, makanya, ujah kata tu harus ada betimbang rasa sedikit. Orang lelaki ni selalunya "mistaken" atau dikenal sebagai 'bersalah anggap'. Kadang-kadang ada kaum lelaki yang tidak pernah tahu tentang ciri-ciri wanita, tiba-tiba nak tembak kata-kata makanya, orang lelaki pun memang mengikut perasaan juga.

Diri seorang wanita ini indah, ia dianugerahkan dengan sikap sopan, patuh dan melucukan. Orang lelaki kalau melihat dada wanita amat kagum dengan keajaiban semulajadi. Sebab itu kaum lelaki tak lepas dari terpandang wanita seksi dan wanita yang jelita. Nah, disitunya 'racun wanita' yang tanpa diketahui oleh kaum lelaki, ia terjerat. Orang lelaki lemah dangan titsan airmata wanita, lagi-lagi airmata kekasihnya. Namun tercurahnya racun berbisa wanita dari situ juga. Orang lelaki yang telah berumah tangga mesti kena tanggung - dosa sendiri, dosa isterinya, dosa anak perempuannya yang belum bernikah dan dosa anak lelakinya yang belum baligh! Beratkan, beb? Bagi kaum lelaki yang masih bujang, dosa tanggung sendiri manakala dosa seorang wanita yang belum bernikah ditanggung oleh bapanya. Kaum lelaki, berat tak?

Wanita - benda yang mahal harganya, akan dibelai serta dijaga dan disimpan ke tempat yang selamat. Sudah pasti intan permata tidak akan dibiar bersepah-sepahan begitu sahaja, bukan?

Dengan itu, aku mengucapkan Wassalam kepada sekelian sahabat, wahai Sayangku, jangan mengambil hati, ia hanya suatu renungan yang penuh adab dan hormat.







Wednesday, March 26, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

OUTBREAK

The much talked about outbreak of the disease 'SARS' has reached a high point with one life claimed yesterday. Prior to that, this afternoon the Education Minister has put out the word that all schools are to be closed from tomorrow onwards till April 6th. My school-going brother is affected by the closure, meaning a self-study has to be put up at home.

I was down with common flu, fever and cough these past few days. I guessed the disease is air-borne, me being with the lowest antibodies, caught on the virus infection too, though at a minimum risk of contracting 'SARS'. However, I was more concerned of another friend who might be affected, if the infection is able to reach the concerned party. Then again, I think, this outbreak has caused so much of paranoia among people in the republic. Went to the polyclinic to get a dosage of my favourite Diphenhydramine cough syrup, the institution is packed with sickness. About 60% of them has coughs and flu. I was waiting for doctor Raymond to tell me whether my infection has something intertwined with 'SARS' or not, however, during that brief check-up, he simply wrote me an MC and prescribed my medications.

Father dear had me on the phone this evening to express his concern about my condition. Little does he want his darling daughter to sink in with the said disease. Told me to stay indoors and avoid staying till late outside. Father knows best.

Footnote: Take care, all my buddies. Please consult a well-practiced doctor these days if you have a fever reaching 38 degrees and above. Stay away from DRUGS, but I recommend you Diphenhydramine cough syrup. The most, it'll take you to a deep slumber without hallucinations and foolishness.

Wassalam!

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

"There's a feeling I get/ As I look to the west/ And my spirit is crying for leaving"

Alhamdullilahirabbil 'alamin....
After days of anticipation, I was given a very surprising call this afternoon by one cab company, TIBS, about the finding of my misplaced black wallet. Yes, my supposedly lost black wallet which occured in the wee hours of Saturday morning.

Glad to hear of the happy news, I smiled throughout the day. And prayed thanks. Sunshine comes after the rain, Rain washes the spiders away! Finally I am reconciled back with my i.c., together with my other precious belongings in the wallet and most importantly, the sweet little photograph of 'Amirul Al-Haque', Aredz's first nephew. *Beaming*... Can't imagine how I'd live without the warmth of sunshine surrounding me all my life. And to be certain of the blessings of doa', it all sums up to your own confidence! And thanks to my service manager who drove me all the way up north to retrieve my wallet from Trans Island.

Plus, the customer service officer who served me was an ex-colleague from Keppel Logistics. You can imagine how amazing I felt! Reconciliation period, this is. And in that moment of exchange she took the opportunity to invite me to her first grandchild's first month 'kenduri'. Selit daun, kak? She asked whether the lil' baby in the photograph was mine. I told her it belonged to another couple. Wished that little bundle of joy was mine. Well, cudn't ask for more than I can get.

And with that, I bid Wassalam!

Saturday, March 22, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

"Walking down this rocky road/When and where my life is leading/Rollin on to the bitter end"

I have some bruising words to say about March 2003. I had been bound to several mis-haps this month alone. Is it because of my coming of age or does it constitute to my state of carelessnes? It's been no doubt that I've been planting seeds of thoughts in my mind, disturbing thoughts that I did not even expect it to affect my everyday actions. Sometimes I thought that fatigue could be the feed of this happening.

I have started to look at myself in a queer manner. For the reasons that I have the habit of losing my vital belongings. Firstly, it was my discman to go. The best Panasonic brand discman that had served me for the last 3 years. Secondly was, when I withdrew cash from the ATM, I retrieved my card but not the money. In a state of rush, I clean forgot about the cash. And thirdly, lastly, (I hope) is when my black 'ELLE' purse was left in the white mercedes cab I had boarded this morning at 0425hrs from J.West Ave 1 to J.East St 32. Ran after cab but to no avail. In my frantic moment, I dialled up all three cab companies to place a loss report. So far, only TIBS bothered to give me a follow-up twice while the other two cab companies 'sat on it'.

I went to the police to report of my lost i.c, then to be informed by them that loss of identification cards need not be reported. By the time I had ended my morning errands, my prevailing fever has set in to full mode. I felt my metabolism rate slowing down and my iQ meter decelerating. Was I going to die? Does dying feel like this? Oh, God, only You knew how and when to get me. But then again, I accept these happenings to be somewhat a sort of Realization. The costs of a lost wallet : 100 bucks for a new i.c., 5 bucks debited from my POSB account for a replacement ATM card, 10 bucks debited from my IMM expenditure account for a replacement card and another 60 bucks for another new black wallet. Always something to lose, practically nothing to gain.

Wassalam.....

Thursday, March 20, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

"Hati Seorang Wanita"

Berikut ini adalah sedutan dari sebuah perbualan yang berlaku siang tadi di tempat kerja ku. Jika terdapat sedikit persamaan, ianya dianggap sebagai suatu kejadian yang tak sengaja sahaja. Harap maklum.

Di meja makan terdapat beberapa orang pekerja yang sedang enak makan tengah hari. Dalam pada itu, mereka didatangi oleh secebis subjek tentang percetusannya perang G.W.B terhadap tanah Iraq.

Sardon Skinhead: Eh, tadi aku dengar kat radio, Iraq dah kena bom dua kali ah. Dahsyat.

Liza: Abang Don, mintak ikan sikit eh...

Toufid: ....*tak tahu apa nak cakap*......

Aziz Kementot: Aku baca kat paper, yang si Pope katakan si G.W.B tu ikut ajaran sesat.

Liza: Ikan sedap seh.. Abang Don beli kat mana?

Sardon Skinhead: Beli kat kedai 'Labu-Labi' punye boss.. kat Lok Yang.

Liza: 'Labu-Labi?' (aku dah confuse)

Pakcik Arab: This war is getting out of hand.

Liza: Itu ah... apa diorang tak pikir ke? Anak-bini orang yang tak buat salah apa-apa, pun kena hadapi ni semua.

Sardon Skinhead: Za, time americans tu buat decision, mana dia ada teringatkan anak-bini orang? Bila dia dah dihantui perasaan, everything goes, macam jumble sale. Kau ni abang suroh pegangkan kejap nanti kang.

Liza: *jeling Sardon* The population that makes up that motherland terdiri daripada kanak2 dan kaum wanita seumumnya! Imagine ah, baby pon jadi sasaran. I tengok remnants of the Palestinian-Israel conflict punye gambar, baby kene kapan, takde tangan, badan tak rupa bentuk. Sedih, kan?

Pakcik Arab: Orang amerika, diorang takde perasaan insaf dalam diri mereka.

Toufid: Eh-eh, girl... I tak sangka you ni lembut hati eh... compassionate. U ni senang dilembutkan orang tak?

Liza: Fid, pompan mana tak lembut hati? Selembut hati aku ni, sekuat lagi pendirian aku. Why u ask?

Toufid: Tak... I kagum tengok u.

Sardon Skinhead: Dah! Jangan garang, Za.. nanti abang suroh pegangkan kejap.

Liza: Tak tally! And thanks for the fish, che' Don.

Pakcik Arab: Liza, dalam diri kita ni ada bulan dan bintang tak?

Liza: Ada lah.. bulan kita bersalin, bintang kita yang bercahaya di mata..betol kan, cik?

Pakcik Arab: Nasib baik kau tau... cik punya bintang gelap ni. Nombor ekor tak kena lagi.

Liza: Ler... tak tally.


Hati seorang wanita ni memang lah lembut. Sesetengah kaum lelaki bisa mengatakan kami wanita keras hati macam kerak nasi. Kerak nasi dituang air menjadi lembut juga. Aku pernah bertulis di hadapan seorang rakan kerja di tempat lama, aku menekan pena sehingga perkataan jelas terlihat di muka surat dan tampak tebal tulisan ku itu. Rakanku mengatakan hati ku keras. Ya, mungkin hatiku agak keras dan cekal, tetapi disebaliknya, aku hanya manusia biasa dan akan mengalirkan air mata atas kejadian yang menyedihkan. Air mata seorang kakak kepada adik, air mata seorang anak kepada ibu dan ayah, air mata seorang pengasih kepada kekasih, itu datangnya terus dari benak hati ku yang lembut ini.

Dengan itu, ku ucapkan Wassalam.... hati yang lembut ini biarku simpan baik-baik dipeti dadaku.


Monday, March 17, 2003

Assalamua'laikum...

"Sand On my Feet"

The past two days, being a Sunday 16th March 2003, was the first time this year that I touched salt water again at Pulau Belakang Mati since 3 years ago. The last time I bathed in sea water was at Desaru in June 2000. There at Desaru, careless me, I wade in the big waves with my spectacles on. And definitely my specs got swept away by the currents. After having been swimming at Jurong East's awesome pool, I realized very much that I ain't favouring salt water anymore. The dry taste it caused in my mouth and the stinging sensation it caused in my eyes made me less excited.

You ever wondered how I might look in my swimwear? Well, last Sunday, when I stripped off my t-shirt in full view of dear friends, they were taken by surprise and went wild. Funny, I know. Cute? Maybe. I wish you knew how I thinked in my freaking brains about myself. Don't care what outsiders might throw remarks at your flaws, they can't be doing better than you do. I'm lucky to have understanding friends who respect my own rights. For those of you who are ashamed about disfigurements, don't be shy to strut your stuff in your smimsuit at the beach. The way you carry yourself tells much about your self-confidence and poise! Trust me. Even 'minah ferring' wants to swim at the beach. Only thing, they had full gear on them; head scarves, long pants and long blouses. Why not soak up in baju kurong, hijab, stockings and those killer high heels as well?

Present at the beach were Kamal and Kids Mustaqim & Muzzamil, Sam and Gina, Mandom and Scnhoogs, Aunty and Uncle and Vialli & his machoism. It was a Sunday afternoon spent in cool fashion. Everybody sat under the tree, some playing cards, some catching forty winks, with uncle goes click-a-clicking on his cybershot while the kids are attempting to fill up water in a 1-meter deep dug-up hole near the shore. The sun drenched my skin, my hair wet with seafoam, my feet bathed in the smooth white sands. That day was a stress release moment for us who've been under the pressure pot of our working life. After all these years, Pulau Belakang Mati still reserves its natural charm and aura. The island's lagoon isn't as prosaic as the mainland's beaches. It's a place perfect for love, sex, passion and beaches. Even having my feet covered in the smooth powdery white sands, I felt loved.

As I place my fatigued body on my comfy bed, my dreams will bring me to the beach again, drifting away in the soft caressing waves by the shore, with my loved one beside me..... making the best of what we have.....

Wassalam!







Wednesday, March 12, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

"There's more to life than this..."

That kind of thought prevails in my mind for as long as I had lived since the past 27 years. Just before I turned twenty, I thought that I had joined the marriage bandship by the time I hit 22. But that didn't really happened. I was still afraid to take to the waters. I was still lingering about by the banks of 'river Love' and playing with fire. Guessed that I went through a lot of the downside of life and seen the bad, I feel the cold shudder of life's biggest reality - marriage, and hence I made me decided about leading a singular life. For this moment.

Being single at 27. Has it 'Ups' and 'Highs' in this life I chose, as equal as the 'downs' and 'lows' that accompanies with it. Not wanting to become a sceptic but I can't help myself from hiding truths. Nobody can label me as hypocritical lest that they knew me better than Adam and Eve. I longed for a period to be free of my own conservative membrane and be free to enjoy love with a chosen being. Yet still, I am keeping my options open. I am a lady of the modern times, one who set adrift in the waves of time. One who grew strong by the fierce fiery licks of life and the muddy mundane grey days that hounds every now and then. The more dark and grey life delivers to me, the more rising I became, stood tall crushing fears beneath my two feet. I am willing to take on chances as stubborn headed as I am.

Being single does not make me lose ground. In fact, I lived up to the motto in my head, there's more to life than this. I do not roam about to seek to satisfy my *whatever* gratifications. But rather, I let the dragon in me make the choice from a delectable menu. I remain calm in the sweeping wind and stay composed. And yet, my character is an upheavel tornado. That part of me shall live with me for as long as I stay alive.

More to life than this, as I prepare to rest my head for a good night's sleep, I am happy to spread myself on that big bed alone and not being limited to constriction. Breathe with full breasts, my friends!

Wassalam......

Monday, March 10, 2003

Assamua'laikum....

A new rocking baby!

Recently I have a new addition in my family home. This new member of the family is scaly and resides comfortably in its water chamber. Its scale is a hue of red, mostly silver covering its scales with black spots rimmed with a luminous blue-green highlight. When it glides in the water, its luminous bluish-greenish highlights shimmered excellently, it seems as though this water creature had bathed in star dust. My little brother has this fish brought home a week ago and placed it in his room. Then began the 'getting to know' ritual between man and fish. In a short while, fish and human has developed a knowing attachment and fish is trying to get comfortable in its new territorial tank. It swam around the cute tank and danced around the fresh new water that the master has given. To whet this 'drop dead' pretty creature is a baby frog a day. For now, it shall be fed on that and after a probationary observation, we will definitely add a menu of live prawns, bloodworm or pellets in its diet. The fish in question is a flower horn fish.

Everybody knows what a Luohan is nowadays. It wasn't an attractive tank pet before and only 'apeks' will keep Luohan in their homes about 10 years back. But now, fish lovers of all races surely must have one or two or even umpteenths of it in their possesion. I had a diversed opinion about keeping a Luohan at first, fully aware of the importance of attention on it might occupy me in its feeding and upkeep. However, since the little brother brought it home, he's the Keeper. And so shall I be the entertained. Happy is me! And so, I named this aqua creature 'AERIAL'. Why the name? Because, the story is like this, my brother is a "guitar tong" fanatic and he simply likes to practice his riffs in his room, beside the tank. He would strum like nothing is between him and his guitar senses that Aerial would swim to the left side of his tank and appear to be my brother's audience. I noticed this on three occasions and each time we turned on System of A Down's Aerial, fishy would start to swim up to the surface as though to extend its ears and take a listening as well. Apart from that, he loves to watch our movements and always attempt to reach our attention whenever we're around. A special kind of fish this is. We aren't hallucinating about fish taking a liking to rock music and human bodily movements. The explanation is simple. Flower horn fishes are active and they are curious in character. And I discovered that this type of fishes are much cleverer than other species. Luohans can established close relationships with the Keeper, in fact.However, they grow to be an aggressive and most highly territorial fishes around. Brutal, eh. Aerial needs love and be loved alone only, I know.

On another thought, it would be cool to inherit a 'Redtail Catfish' from a friend... only if I own a pond, though.

Wassalam!

Thursday, March 06, 2003

Assalamua'laikum!

SAMPOERNA MENTHOL..... my love. You make an impact on me and I shall write history about you.

1996
My first taste of this charmingly sweet clove kretek filters was given by a dear ex-boyfriend, under the moonlight.
And ever since then, Sampoerna Menthol becomes an obsession. The selling price, $3.40.

1998
Sampoerna Menthol never failed to leave my side wherever I go. I am so deeply in love with it.
The selling price, $4.30.

2000
My love saga between Sampoerna and me continues. I am drawn even more closer to it than I ever was before.
The taste has diluted in my buds and it's like a candy to my liking. The selling price, $5.50.
Boy, the price sure shoots high!

2003
I am married now to Sampoerna Menthol and having it without me is like I've lost a half of me.
Yesterday, I went out to get a pack of my obsession and it cost me dearly. The price has shot up to $6.30!
Wafangkulo! Why the GCT and Company wanna deliberately try and separate me from you, beloved Sampoerna?

Oh, my woes...

Wassalam!


Tuesday, March 04, 2003

Assalamua'laikum...

I can't sleep. To hear noises in the night, to hear noises in the dark. Noises come buzzing to my ear. Noises, from where I stay, they come near.
At least I'm lucky I'm ain't deaf mute but I'd like to live like one.........

The Catwoman Besieged by Evil

"Selena Kyle was content with the life she had. Eventhough she was sometimes taken back to when her life had ended, she does not care. Selena Kyle's life is redeemed back anyway. She could live up to the nineth, still she don't care. The murderer of Selena's life is a has-been now to her, a thing of the past. But she bores hate, revenge and insecurity. A trait that made her somewhat macho, gung-ho yet still with a tinge of ladylike personna; it made her a lost girl. You can never understand Selena as much as you can never catch her in the red. She is sleek, defenceful, a sly, smart, witty and she loves fish. And she is vain. Two things could sink her fearless attitude. One, jewellery. And two, men. The two necessities that concilliate this cat-woman.

As quick as she is always in any jewellery heist, Selena never failed in any attempt. Somersaulting her way through, this lady knows where to land her padded feet. No cop could ever succeed breaking in any of the heist cases and it made Selena even more excited. She knew that no-one could ever dominate her steps. She is wild and free. A cat by night, a lady by day. Somehow, she managed to de-stress by including humour in her two-framed life. She is dead, she knows that. However, the night made her alive, more alive than she had ever been human. Then, the crave for human touch builds up in her.

This night, Selena pawed through the back alley, as her usual ritual, she would visit her territorial corner firstly and foremostly, before tearing into any fancy mansions. As a loner, she depends heavily on her own senses rather than getting into a panic situation. As careful as she always has, she scoped her territorial corner for any dissident visitor. On other nights when the territorial pad of hers was being vandalised by any newcomer, Selena would get into a hardworking mode and cleaned the place up. Her territorial pad is a nifty little shack at the edge of the alley. There, she had sprayed her own brand of pissing, much more to attract males in heat. Tonight she was greeted by somebody. Already waiting there in the shack with his top hat low over his head, anticipating for Selena to get smitten all over. But Selena isn't giving in early tonight. She'd like to play pounce-and-get-me game. This pussy, saturated about the strides and behaviour of males, unscathed by his sneering grin, stood sexily by the doorway of the shack, smiling to her own humour. She begin to lick her self, showing off her boredom to the man in waiting. He begin to speak. Selena answered in her usual sultry manner, the flirting will start now. The man in question is Eville. The ever popular evil Eville, a pussy getter by nature, a casanova by chance. Selena had Eville in heats for her since she first reigned in the pussy martyrdom and as they spoke, Eville tempted to charm this catwoman with his smooth moves. Eville has hatched one plan to pin down this pussy in the mink under his skin. Yet, Selena keeps her cool and find the meeting somewhat funny. Alas, evil Eville is preoccupied in Selena's favour and invited her to an erotic party if not tonight, it shall be another night. Selena sticks by her senses and has to choose over two things at the same time for tonight, jewellery heist or erotic pleasure with evil Eville?"

Written by Lizardeouss - 'Selena Kyle As I Knew Her'.

A continuation will follow up after tonight.....
Wassalam....... meeoooowwwww!
so what u think? To accept Eville's invitation or go steal more jewellery?



Monday, March 03, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

Kepada sekelian umat Muslimin dan Muslimah, saya ingin mengucapkan dengan sebesar hati, "SELAMAT AWWAL MUHARRAM",
selamat menyambut tahun baru Islam 1424 Hijriah. Moga-moga segala doa' dan harapan mu di berkati oleh Allah S.W.T dan semoga
tahun baru ini adalah yang suci dan mulia untuk semua para sahabat, bros', saudara-mara dan rakan taulan yang sewajarnya diberi penghormatan.

Wassalam......

Saturday, March 01, 2003

Assalamua'laikum....

Just a quick blog here to serve as a REMINDER and a BOOKMARK for Metallica's new up-coming album, Saint Anger, at least around early June 2003. The FourHorsemen has had a new bandmember joining the Metallica family since 24th Feb. Welcoming Rob Trujillo on bass, he is from ex-Suicidal Tendencies & ex-Infectious Grooves and Lars looks awesome-ly happy to embrace Rob in the new up and coming Metallica dimension. Rob is replacing Jason (Jason gone to join Ozzy's band). Many a reviews have been posted everywhere about Metallica's new gig and album and I can say 30% of it is conflicting the band's effort. Let the band be. They are the Metal Gods anyway.

ANOTHER fine local band is working on their new album right about now. URBANKARMA...... wait for their new album, INFITADA MUSICA to come out in stores around May (hope I remembered clearly). The guys are busy recording and are still undergoing music rearrangement. I had a sneak pre-listening of their songs the other night and I must say, just get ready for a fresh new rocking experience with Urbankarma. *Nazri, your leads are smashing, man!*
Keep up the good work, guys and I'm happy that you are happy to make a 2nd album. Nothing goes wasted.

Wassalam.......