"Boston" - Augustana
In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... you said...
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,
You don't know me, you don't even care...
Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah
Where no one knows my name...
Where no one knows my name...
Yeah Boston...
Where no one knows my name.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Bosan tahap GABAN
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Fue Un Viaje Estupendo
I’m jobless, yet again. I thought it’d be fun this time around as I’d have more time to watch dvds and read lots of books. But no, it’s not as good as it seems. 1st day of joblessness, I ended up doing spring cleaning. I thought after all the hard labors I’d sleep like a log when the clock stroke midnight. And yes, you guess it right I ended up reading till dawn.
I didn’t know what has hit me the other day but I kept thinking about friendships and its effects in our life. I happened to have a very long conversation with someone who I is more senior than I am. She is having a hard time with some friends that she knew of when she was studying abroad. She really is a sensitive woman and it’s got nothing to do with the fact she is about getting her menopause soon but that’s who she really is. She said to me that the older we get the lesser friends that you have. I suppose it comes with the territory.
I couldn’t agree more with her. As of today, I had lost a few friends. All of them were the friendships that I built as far as 10 years ago. The hardest to let go would be Betty who went back to the US for good. She got more phone calls from me than my mum. Her family needs her more and I wish her good luck. We never bid farewell the last time we met. Betty is always the positive one in our friendship and I know she is always hopeful that we’ll get to see each other, not soon but someday.
The other one is someone that I dear the most, someone that I could confide into about everything without being dubbed as silly, pathetic or annoying. Well, I have been called names and what not by my friends or so called friends. But what the heck, I don’t give it much thought but at times I do feel like I should put some poison in their food or blast their head of with cocktail bomb or which ever suitable. I suppose it’s time to let this friend go. This person is wanted more somewhere else and it was such a blessing to know this person for a very, very long time. We have gone through a lot and I believe that Allah will bless my friend and his family, insya Allah.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
All part of life's rich tapestry
Work
10am
In 7 working days, I’ll be jobless yet again. I don’t give it much thought actually. My brain is too numb and I’m not feeling good for the past few days. I’ve been having a very hectic weekend. For the past 3 weekends, I had been meeting people and doing stuff which really was tiring. I was on MC yesterday as I had blocked nose and could hardly breathe the night before thus I spent the whole night watching telly until 6am. Thank you to that I had learnt the truth and nothing but the truth about JLO’s love life after watching THS on E! Channel at 4am. At 8.30am I decided that I should be on MC and slept the whole day through after taking some medicine. Well I didn’t really recall what medicine did I take. Actually, I barely have any recollection on how my day was yesterday. But what I remembered was that I had a phone conversation with Gebob but don’t ask me what the conversation was about.
I was on my creative mood last week as I had a very high sugar intake on a very particular night. From that day onwards, I couldn’t sleep before 3am, which means that I would have a very difficult time to get up from bed. Though I don’t really have much work to do, I still show up for work at 9.30am and walk around like I am getting a bit too big for my britches since I got my own room. Hehehe.
2.15pm
After 2hours of lunch break, I finally back to the office. *Yawn*
Checked the email: 1 invitation to attend a meeting @ 10.30am tomorrow. Darn! It’s too early. My brain would still be asleep at that time.
4.30pm
It’s time for tea break. Yeayyyyyyy!
6pm
Off to Berjaya Times Square for a mini movie marathon.
Ocean’s 13 at 6.45pm and Shrek 3 at 9.40pm.
Rusty Ryan I love youuuuuu!!!!
Jom Makan!
Oh I finally forgot. I had an atrocious experience in Sushi King Berjaya Times Square last week. I had been to 2 different Sushi King’s outlets for the past 3 weeks. So I suppose I better write it down in 2 sections as I had faced a very different situation in both visits. I should first apologize to Sushi King for having to share this experience with others, as I believe that the service tax paid by your customers should at least be worthy of.
26th of May 2007
Venue: Sushi King Queen’s Bay Mall, Penang
Patrons : Kekure (Local) and Mrs R (Caucasian from America)
As we arrived at the entrance we were welcomed by the waiter and led to our table. The orders were taken as soon as we were seated and drinks were sent out right after. Our drinks were refilled 4 times as the waiter kept going round from end to end to check the customers. The service given was excellent and the manager was friendly as well. When we paid for our meal, the cashier asked us how was the service and we said that it was excellent and we had a hell of a good time (when I had too much sushi I tend to believe that anything looks great hehehe). Mrs R then asked the cashier why he was so concerned about the service given he said that they had lots of complaints especially from the foreigners about the service level and thus they are working hard to give the best service ever.
Until today I am not certain whether the good customer service was given due to the fact that Mrs R was a foreigner.
10th of June 2007
Venue: Sushi King Berjaya Times Square
Patrons : Kekure (Local) and Fae (Local)
When we got to the entrance, there was a couple in front of us who were waiting to be seated. We were not greeted by anyone, as there was no one standing at the entrance. We saw a vacant table and decided to sit there. We sat and waited for the waitress to clean up the table. We waited again for someone to take our order. Someone finally took our order after waiting for approximately from 5 – 10minutes. We waited yet again for another 15-20 minutes for our order to arrive. We called the waitress who took our order and asked about our order. To make it more interesting, the waitress actually didn’t pass the order chit to kitchen. So we had to wait another 15minutes. In the mean time, no waiters came over to refill our drinks but from our observation the waiter was happily refilling the drinks for the patrons who were seated next to us. The place was full of negative vibes and we suspected that the staff were having such a bad day that none of them were smiling. When we paid for our meal, I told the manager about the service and how unsatisfactory it was. The reply from the manager whose name is Irpan ( he didn’t smile either when we paid ) was this : Oh Kak, I’m so sorry. I felt like wanting to grab his collar and banged his head on the counter for not doing his job as a manager. I reckon he could at least pretend to be sincere when he apologized but he ended up looking like he was mocking me instead.
Family
I managed to get home just in time to join my 2 sistah and me mum to visit the family from my abah’s side after having to drive for 8 hours when it usually takes me about 4 hours to drive home. Man, it was like having to crawl from KL to Ipoh, literally. I slept most of the time as Kojeh was the one driving and was awake once in a while. It was like walking down the memory lane, as it was my first visit after abah passed away 3 years ago. It felt like it was only yesterday that I drove home with abah and my mum during the hari raya, a few days before abah passed away so sudden. I tried to convince myself that it was ok to see granny and the rest of the family and I was fully prepared to face the music. But I suppose I over estimated my capability to forgive people. When we got there I could see his siblings busily preparing the meal for the feast. We weren’t informed that the feast was actually at night and I was a bit pissed off, as we had to rush over so that we wouldn’t miss the feast that we thought would be during the day.
My granny had given me a very long speech. No wonder she kept reminding mum and my sisters that I must came back to see her with them. Ada udang di sebalik mee rupanya! Like most of the time, I wouldn’t fully register all the points said in my brain. The only thing that I could remember is that she feels like I despise her and the rest of the family though she had been trying hard to make things right. She argued that, as I am now fatherless (I don’t see it as a valid argument though. It feels like as if someone who is fatherless should be equally treated like the retards. No offense to anyone though), I should at least try to make some efforts to stay within the family circle. As any other normal and civilized human being would react to the elderly, I just smiled and patted her hand while ensuring her that I’ll keep in touch and might as well spend a weekend with her. Not!
Music
The most played song on my MP3 is Summerlove by JT and followed closely by London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines by Panic at the Disco. I choke everytimeI utter the song title. way too long, Man!.Most watch music video would be Nidji Hapus Aku. Who would say no to such a meaningful and catchy song?
Movies
I watched Elizabeth 1 again last night. The main reason why I could watch the series again and again is the witty lines of the queen. The set was totally grand and Helen Mirren was absolutely gorgeous in this period drama. I don’t want to elaborate more as I don’t have either the expertise to write a proper comment on it or the mood to do so. Well I suppose just wait for Fadz’s review then. Hehehe
10am
In 7 working days, I’ll be jobless yet again. I don’t give it much thought actually. My brain is too numb and I’m not feeling good for the past few days. I’ve been having a very hectic weekend. For the past 3 weekends, I had been meeting people and doing stuff which really was tiring. I was on MC yesterday as I had blocked nose and could hardly breathe the night before thus I spent the whole night watching telly until 6am. Thank you to that I had learnt the truth and nothing but the truth about JLO’s love life after watching THS on E! Channel at 4am. At 8.30am I decided that I should be on MC and slept the whole day through after taking some medicine. Well I didn’t really recall what medicine did I take. Actually, I barely have any recollection on how my day was yesterday. But what I remembered was that I had a phone conversation with Gebob but don’t ask me what the conversation was about.
I was on my creative mood last week as I had a very high sugar intake on a very particular night. From that day onwards, I couldn’t sleep before 3am, which means that I would have a very difficult time to get up from bed. Though I don’t really have much work to do, I still show up for work at 9.30am and walk around like I am getting a bit too big for my britches since I got my own room. Hehehe.
2.15pm
After 2hours of lunch break, I finally back to the office. *Yawn*
Checked the email: 1 invitation to attend a meeting @ 10.30am tomorrow. Darn! It’s too early. My brain would still be asleep at that time.
4.30pm
It’s time for tea break. Yeayyyyyyy!
6pm
Off to Berjaya Times Square for a mini movie marathon.
Ocean’s 13 at 6.45pm and Shrek 3 at 9.40pm.
Rusty Ryan I love youuuuuu!!!!
Jom Makan!
Oh I finally forgot. I had an atrocious experience in Sushi King Berjaya Times Square last week. I had been to 2 different Sushi King’s outlets for the past 3 weeks. So I suppose I better write it down in 2 sections as I had faced a very different situation in both visits. I should first apologize to Sushi King for having to share this experience with others, as I believe that the service tax paid by your customers should at least be worthy of.
26th of May 2007
Venue: Sushi King Queen’s Bay Mall, Penang
Patrons : Kekure (Local) and Mrs R (Caucasian from America)
As we arrived at the entrance we were welcomed by the waiter and led to our table. The orders were taken as soon as we were seated and drinks were sent out right after. Our drinks were refilled 4 times as the waiter kept going round from end to end to check the customers. The service given was excellent and the manager was friendly as well. When we paid for our meal, the cashier asked us how was the service and we said that it was excellent and we had a hell of a good time (when I had too much sushi I tend to believe that anything looks great hehehe). Mrs R then asked the cashier why he was so concerned about the service given he said that they had lots of complaints especially from the foreigners about the service level and thus they are working hard to give the best service ever.
Until today I am not certain whether the good customer service was given due to the fact that Mrs R was a foreigner.
10th of June 2007
Venue: Sushi King Berjaya Times Square
Patrons : Kekure (Local) and Fae (Local)
When we got to the entrance, there was a couple in front of us who were waiting to be seated. We were not greeted by anyone, as there was no one standing at the entrance. We saw a vacant table and decided to sit there. We sat and waited for the waitress to clean up the table. We waited again for someone to take our order. Someone finally took our order after waiting for approximately from 5 – 10minutes. We waited yet again for another 15-20 minutes for our order to arrive. We called the waitress who took our order and asked about our order. To make it more interesting, the waitress actually didn’t pass the order chit to kitchen. So we had to wait another 15minutes. In the mean time, no waiters came over to refill our drinks but from our observation the waiter was happily refilling the drinks for the patrons who were seated next to us. The place was full of negative vibes and we suspected that the staff were having such a bad day that none of them were smiling. When we paid for our meal, I told the manager about the service and how unsatisfactory it was. The reply from the manager whose name is Irpan ( he didn’t smile either when we paid ) was this : Oh Kak, I’m so sorry. I felt like wanting to grab his collar and banged his head on the counter for not doing his job as a manager. I reckon he could at least pretend to be sincere when he apologized but he ended up looking like he was mocking me instead.
Family
I managed to get home just in time to join my 2 sistah and me mum to visit the family from my abah’s side after having to drive for 8 hours when it usually takes me about 4 hours to drive home. Man, it was like having to crawl from KL to Ipoh, literally. I slept most of the time as Kojeh was the one driving and was awake once in a while. It was like walking down the memory lane, as it was my first visit after abah passed away 3 years ago. It felt like it was only yesterday that I drove home with abah and my mum during the hari raya, a few days before abah passed away so sudden. I tried to convince myself that it was ok to see granny and the rest of the family and I was fully prepared to face the music. But I suppose I over estimated my capability to forgive people. When we got there I could see his siblings busily preparing the meal for the feast. We weren’t informed that the feast was actually at night and I was a bit pissed off, as we had to rush over so that we wouldn’t miss the feast that we thought would be during the day.
My granny had given me a very long speech. No wonder she kept reminding mum and my sisters that I must came back to see her with them. Ada udang di sebalik mee rupanya! Like most of the time, I wouldn’t fully register all the points said in my brain. The only thing that I could remember is that she feels like I despise her and the rest of the family though she had been trying hard to make things right. She argued that, as I am now fatherless (I don’t see it as a valid argument though. It feels like as if someone who is fatherless should be equally treated like the retards. No offense to anyone though), I should at least try to make some efforts to stay within the family circle. As any other normal and civilized human being would react to the elderly, I just smiled and patted her hand while ensuring her that I’ll keep in touch and might as well spend a weekend with her. Not!
Music
The most played song on my MP3 is Summerlove by JT and followed closely by London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines by Panic at the Disco. I choke everytimeI utter the song title. way too long, Man!.Most watch music video would be Nidji Hapus Aku. Who would say no to such a meaningful and catchy song?
Movies
I watched Elizabeth 1 again last night. The main reason why I could watch the series again and again is the witty lines of the queen. The set was totally grand and Helen Mirren was absolutely gorgeous in this period drama. I don’t want to elaborate more as I don’t have either the expertise to write a proper comment on it or the mood to do so. Well I suppose just wait for Fadz’s review then. Hehehe
on the other hand, Madame Yasmin Ahmad had wrapped up her new movie, Muallaf. Nani is now officially bald. You go girl! Can’t wait to see the latest work from The Boss.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Be Afraid, Be Very Very Afraid
Another attempt to create a new record in the Malaysia Book of Record : 50 hour of non stop karaoke. People, please don't leave your house without your umbrella or raincoat on 8th-10th of June as the attempt will take place in Taman tasik Titiwangsa from 3pm onwards on the 8th and will end on the 10th.
Good luck to Kementerian Pelancongan Malaysia.
For full news, here's the link : http://utusan.com.my/utusan/content.asp?y=2007&dt=0604&pub=Utusan_Malaysia&sec=Hiburan&pg=hi_01.htm
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