I am back!

I HAVEN'T BEEN POSTING FOR A WHILE..... BECAUSE MY STREAMYX CONNECTION IS FUCKED.
Damn you, Telekom. Aku "bukan sekadar nombor"!

And I have to go to bloody Starbucks to post this. If this isn't commitment to me blog, then I don't know what is. Haha.

But anyways, it's easy to blame my non-existant internet connection for my blogging absence, but that's only part of my excuse. The other part is this : I WAS AWAY WORKING WITH SOME NORWEGIANS.
Yes, I was away performing some jobs with four Norwegian blokes.
What I initially thought about Norwegians:
- Can speak English well
- Clean and proper
- Civilised
- Easy going and laid back
- Love football
- Carry big bags ala backpackers
- Norwegian chicks are HOT! Oops, make that Scandinavian chicks!

What I found out about Norwegians from my trip:
- 3 blokes speak decent English (mcm Melayu cakap English) while the other (boss) was quite fluent
- Laid back but sometimes TOO laid back that they just look plain lazy
- They like to smile and say hi a LOT to me (like 6-7 times a day)
- They sleep in till 11 am (on a work day!)
- One bloke put his curry puff inside a bowl of bubur kacang hijau and then proceeded to eat karipap berkuah kacang hijau.. funny!
- Turns out that none of them even have the slightest idea about football
- They like boats! They live near the sea. And there's small islands to have picnics on everywhere!

So I guess I was a bit off the mark there. Haha.
Anyways I Googled their place down and here's a photo of how Stavanger, Norway looks like:


















Nice, eh?

Stevie G won us the cup!

For the second year in a row, Liverpool FC nearly gave me a heart attack. But a good one, of course.
We won the FA Cup!
In the most dramatic of ways, mind you. Certainly up there with the Champions League win last year. This one was probably even better, since we got an absolute scorcher of an equaliser right at the final minute. How close can you get, mate? Well done, lads.

My season definitely ends on a high. Who cares about the World Cup?

And oh, congratulations also to Shaw for becoming the proud owner of a brand new used Alfa 145.

Stevie G won us the cup!

For the second year in a row, Liverpool FC nearly gave me a heart attack. But a good one, of course.
We won the FA Cup!
In the most dramatic of ways, mind you. Certainly up there with the Champions League win last year. This one was probably even better, since we got an absolute scorcher of an equaliser right at the final minute. How close can you get, mate? Well done, lads.

My season definitely ends on a high. Who cares about the World Cup?

And oh, congratulations also to

Cab Ride From Hell (but a good one!)

Let me share with you my experience in a cab today. Terrifying and amusing at the same time. I should be horrified but somehow it kinda made my day and I even afforded a smile as soon as I got off the cab.
So a bit of background first. I was catching a cab from Subang to KLCC this morning. I saw one parked and jumped straight in. I told the old bloke (I’m guessing 50-ish) where I was heading and then the old geezer started the engine.

Cabbie : Saya satu je tak boleh buat.Tak boleh pakai seatbelt.

And with that remark, he started to drive. And my journey begins.

Cabbie : So, kerja sekali dengan anak Merican?

Me : Ha’ah, lebih kurang. (Thought to myself.. Yeah, right)

Cabbie : (Now starts addressing himself as “pakcik”)
Pakcik kenal Merican tu. Orang Sungai Petani. Tapi anak dia tak suka tolong orang. Orang Kedah memang camtu la. Tak suka tolong orang. Keluarga sendiri pun tak tolong.

And then he started rambling on about Mahathir.

Cabbie : Mahathir pun tak suka tolong orang. Dulu pakcik bawak anak sedara dia. Anak sedara dia cerita Mahathir tak mau tolong dia la apa la.

(Oh, imagine also that the cabbie speaks with a loghat Utara)

Cabbie : Orang Perak suka tolong orang. Megat Junid tu yang tolong saya, teksi ni saya dapat sebab Megat Junid yg tolong.

He then went on about how Megat Junid awarded his company (Yes, he’s a contractor too.. “Bawak teksi ni saje saje je, boring…”) to clear some land to start a new plantation.

Cabbie : Dia punya personal life tu, hal dia la. Dia buat apa pun tak kacau kita. Tapi yg penting dia tolong kita.

Me : Hmm.. betul betul. (Berpura pura layan)

There was a brief silence for a while as we started entering the NKVE. But not too long. Pakcik then started on with another story and added more weird remarks.

Cabbie : Anak pakcik sorang balik dari Mesir skarang kerja kat Jepun, yang tua skali. Sorang belajar kat Iran. Yang muda skali jantan tak kawin lagi, dah 27 tahun.

Me : Muda lagi tu. (Again, pura pura layan… I was now enjoying this a bit)

Cabbie : Anak pakcik semua baik baik. Tak hisap rokok, tak main pompuan. Bukan macam pakcik, pakcik dulu jahat. Tapi pakcik ajar anak anak jangan jadi macam pakcik.

Me : (Thinking.. How jahat is this pakcik really?)

And, as if he could read my mind, he elaborated more on his “jahat”.

Cabbie : Dulu pakcik gi night club, jadi bouncer lagi. Zaman dulu dulu la. Banyak lagi benda jahat pakcik buat. Hisap rokok, judi, minum arak. Jahat dulu pakcik ni.

Wow. Good on ya, pakcik. That’s quite impressive.

Cabbie : Anak pakcik yg muda skali tu tak kawin kawin lagi. Susah nak cari pompuan Melayu yg OK skarang ni. Pakcik tau la, pakcik bawak teksi ni dah lama, macam macam la pakcik dah tengok. Perangai semua takde yg baik, pakcik nak cari calon yg sesuai la, tapi zaman skarang ni susah la, especially kat KL ni. Jangan harap la nak jumpa.

Me : (Nodding in agreement)
Betul tu. (This time I genuinely agree with him, tak pura pura)

Cabbie : Anak pakcik kalau 23 tahun, pakcik dok main kote lagi.

Me : (I don’t have a fucking clue where that came from, or even what it’s supposed to mean. But I guess it was a bit funny)

Now we’re cruising along NKVE heading towards the Jalan Duta Tollbooth. Pakcik got his cab in a long queue. (As you do when you drive to KL around 8.15-ish). So now we’re idling in the queue when suddenly pakcik yelled “Oi!”)
I was a bit shocked, to be honest. Tetiba je dia jerit.

I then realised that he saw his taxi buddy in the line next to us, but about 5-6 cars ahead of us.

Pakcik decided to take matters in his own hands. Switched on the right indicator lights, and without even a glance on the sideview or rearview mirror, he jumped into the next lane. Ok, not exactly into the next lane, more like he squeezed into the space between the two lanes.

O Oh. He’s jumping the queue. I always curse at people who jump queues, but today I’m in a crazy cab who’s doing it. He sped the cab right up next to his mate’s cab, signalled left, and cut in front of him. And his mate did give some space for our cab to cut in. I guess that’s one of the cabbies’ rules. Let your mate cut in front of you during jams.

I tried not to look outwards at the other motorists who I’m sure were pretty bloody pissed. I was a bit embarrassed.

Pakcik then decided that it would be good for me to know a bit more about his mate behind us.

Cabbie : Kawan pakcik tu duda. Dia nak kawin lain tapi anak anak dia tak kasi. Susah la macam tu. Kalau tak kawin, sape nak masak nasi untuk dia, nak jaga dia kan?

Me : Ha’ah. (What else was I supposed to say?)

Now we’ve passed the Duta toll, and on Jalan Duta (is it? Dunno). And there’s a slight but not too massive jam. But a jam nonetheless.

Seeing a potential delay of 5 minutes if we stayed in the queue, pakcik made a move to the emergency lane. His mate somehow managed to overtake us, I guess he went onto the emergency lane quicker than we did. There we were, two cabs speeding (relatively speaking, compared to the almost non-existing movement on the three ACTUAL lanes) along the emergency lane (Is it called emergency lane? The lanes on the most left side of a multi lane road, which not an actual lane? I dunno, but you get what I mean.)

And then we reached a point where we needed to get back on the right-est lane. Pakcik selambaly put his hand out, waved a bit, a cut across 3 lanes: from the “emergency” to the 2 lanes turning left, to another lane heading straight, to the lane going right. All in one movement. I kid you not. This is magic! And there wasn’t a single horn being directed at us during this crazy display of utter disregard towards safety, not to mention the sheer ignorance of road ethics. But at least pakcik acknowledge the inconsiderate driving he did.

Cabbie : Cara memandu macam ni takde akhlak punya cara.

Haha. Really? You think?

I’ve gotten used to pakcik’s constant weaving in and out of traffic, sometimes braking real close to the car in front, always jumping queues, cutting in front of blokes who’ve been stuck in line for ½ hour, with no single trace of guilt. Respect, man, respect. You must be gangsta to do this shit. It certainly made the journey much much faster. Imagine only 30 minutes from Subang to Jln Ampang in early morning traffic (around 8 lebih).

But before we got to Jln Ampang, we were on Sultan Ismail. And yet again, pakcik has a story.

Cabbie : Pakcik dah gi Iran 5 kali. Tehran, Esfahan, bla bla. Iran la contoh Negara Islam yg kuat. Negara Islam yg ditakuti. Pakcik ade tgk video kat Internet, Iran punye nuclear torpedo speed dia 400 km sejam. Tu yg Amerika cepat cepat lari tu. Takut. Setakat test yg India Paksitan dok buat tu, mmg hari hari Iran buat.

I kept quiet. Ok, let’s see where this goes.

Cabbie : Makan kat Iran sedap. Orang Iran makan kalah Mat Salleh. Makan kambing, makan steak, makan roti. Kat sana takde Coca Cola. Ada zam zam Cola, diorang buat sendiri. Tapi orang Iran ni mmg kuat minum air gas. Tu yg kena buat Zam Zam Cola. Pakcik kejap lagi nak gi beli arak Iran. Ada jual kat sini. Tapi arak yg takde alcohol. Sedap.

Me : Apa nama dia? Boleh saya cari nanti. (Well….I had to ask, I wanted to know…plus, arak takde alcohol? Biar benar orang tua ni..)

Cabbie : Pakcik tak ingat la. Tapi mmg ade jual kat sini.
Kat Iran tu Ahmedinejad pakai kereta buruk je. Kereta 504.

I had to assume he was talking about the Iranian president. And he drives a Peugeot 504 (ada ke 504? Have to check)
So, he’s telling me this:

This dude….









Drives this car….










But soon after, came this shocker.

Cabbie : Pakcik ni Islam Syiah. Dah lama berguru dah ni. Pergi Iran belajar.

He then brought down the sunvisor, and there were a lot of papers terselit in between the visor and its attached strap. He removed the papers from the visor, and showed me this black cloth with some Arabic written on it.

Me : Hmm hmm. (Translation = I have no idea what it means)

Pakcik then showed me a picture of a man that was pasted onto the driver’s sun visor. I don’t know who the person is, but it looked like Osama Laden, yeah with the long beards and serban. On second thought, it might well be Osama. It looked like this:







Cabbie : Ni la ketua kita.

And the he started kissing the picture. In the middle of traffic. Kissing the picture!! More like “kucup”. But he kucup-ed the picture of a bearded Arabic dude wearing a serban. Man, read that again! He kissed a picture of a bearded Arab bloke wearing a serban in a traffic jam!

Me : (This bloke is a terrorist? God. Well, bloody fuck.)

Not wanting to end his “creeping the passenger” routine, he then proceeded with another shocking confession.

Cabbie : Pakcik ada masa 13 Mei. Pakcik bunuh ramai orang. Haha.

I could sense pride in him when he nonchalantly admitted the “killing people” bit. Well, maybe he did kill a few people, who knows? That could well explain the terrorist thing.

Anyways, we’re now very close to the junction to Jln Ampang. We were a few metres from Renaissance Hotel, approximately 20 metres from the junction itself.
The road was packed, and we were at the outmost right lane. We needed to go the outmost left.

And once again, showing some cool headedness (or just plain “I don’t give a fuck”-ness), pakcik just selamba-ly cut across 3 lanes (and about a hundred annoyed semi-road rage drivers) to get to the lane where we should’ve taken miles earlier.

Just as luck would have it, the lights turned red and traffic had to stop. But pakcik still wanted to squeeze through and get to Jln Ampang as soon as possible. The car in front was standing still and won’t move a bit at all. And what does pakcik do?

Well, he climbed up the curb!!

Yes, he drove up the curb, as if it weren’t there.

So now we have two wheels on a 6 inch high curb and the other two "lower". Its like a see saw.

Cabbie : Haa.. senget sikit eh?

Are you fucking kidding me? Senget sikit? I must look very very stupid in the eyes of the other drivers.

Alas, despite managing to elevate half the cab onto the pavement, he still couldn’t get the car to squeeze through the minute gap that existed in between the car in front and the rest of the curb. So he gave up. Finally. Decided to wait for the lights to turn green.

And when it turned green, almost immediately pakcik stepped hard on the accelerator, and before you knew it we’re already at KLCC. Amazing! He made the red white Iswara go from 0 – 100 km/h in less than 3 seconds. Eat that, Evo!! Ha-ha.

So when we reached KLCC, he dropped me off.

Me : Ok, terima kasih….

Cabbie : OK, nanti ada rezeki jumpa lagi..

And that was it.
The cab ride from hell. It wasn’t really a bad experience. It was rather amusing, entertaining, exciting and to some extent fun. But of course we could’ve easily gotten ourselves into an accident, judging by the way pakcik drove but I got out of the cab feeling kinda good. In a weird way, the cab ride actually made my day.

My cab ride back from KLCC to Subang was the complete opposite. The cabbie didn’t say a word all the way to Subang, and he was a “pemandu berhemah”. It was a quiet journey.

Another day in the office

Here's a story from work:

At our plant we have 3 electric generators (A,B and C) powering 5 huge pumps. These pumps are crucial for our production and therefore, by default so are the generators. One generator down would cause 2 pumps out of action, which means we lose approximately RM 2 million per day. And a few days ago, something went horribly wrong with Generator C, it was out of service and subsequently 2 pumps need to be taken offline. We lose 2 million. The thing is still down until today, so we decided to have a meeting to discuss our plan for this problem. In the meeting we had: 1 Senior Engineer/Old Guy (OG), the generator engineer (GE), myself and about 5 more people.

OG : So what's happening with Generator C?

GE : Well, it's not working, that's for sure.

Me : Yes, obviously.

OG : What were your findings?

GE : There were metal chips in the lubrication line. That's not good.

Me : So what can we do?

GE : What we can do is NOT run it.

OG : Well, that's what we've already done.

GE : We need to get this thing sorted.

Me : It doesn't look like it'll be solved easily, we might need to overhaul the whole thing.

GE : I don't feel very good looking at the amount of metal particles found.

OG : We know that. We shouldn't have anything inside the tubings.

GE : Which is why its not good.

OG : We need to get our production back. And this is holding us.

GE : 2 million a day is a lot of money.

At this point OG starts to look frustrated with the lack of definitive answers.

OG : (Looking directly at GE) Mate, you're the master of stating the obvious.

Upon hearing the comment, I tried very hard not too laugh too loudly. That was the exact same thing I wanted to say!

End of story from work.

See how useless meetings are?

A Cook's Tour

Have I ever mentioned that I'm an Anthony Bourdain fan too? Well, in the same manner how I am obsessed about Hornby, I bought both of Mr Bourdain's "cooking-adventure" books in one go: Kitchen Confidential & A Cook's Tour. Between the two, I'd say I prefer Kitchen Confidential but I like the Cook's Tour TV show. Tony taught me that cooks are COOL and not GAY. It wasn't really the cooking that attracted me to the show, it was Bourdain's cynicism and sarcastic sense of humour that had me hooked. A typical episode will start off with Tony meeting up with one of the locals and then being brought to the most obscure of places to eat some really interesting (if not weird) stuff. I've watched an episode where he drank a shot of snake blood. Whoa. He's been to freezing Russia, in the deserts of Morocco, jungles of Cambodia and bla bla bla. I guess it is interesting to see what people eat in different parts of the world. And watching an outsider showing sheer pleasure after tasting these delicacies somehow makes me feel good. I mean, in a way it re-assures that although the stuff looks weird it doesn't taste THAT bad. Am I making sense?

You're old

You know you're old when you go to other people's houses, they tell their children: "Pergi salam uncle" instead of "abang".

You noticed?

Today it suddenly struck me that Proton cars have curiously similar features as an Alfa Romeo. Maybe you've noticed, or maybe you haven't but I actually spent some time looking around at Protons today and made an analysis (ah, analysis - what an engineering word) comparing our beloved national car with arguably the sexiest cars ever.
So here's the similarities I managed to come up with:

1. This is quite obvious: Front grille of the Perdana looks exactly like the front of any Alfa.
2. The wheels/rims of the Gen2 looks very close to the trademark "telephone dial" wheels of the old 146.
3. Savvy has AMT which is a variation of Alfa's Selespeed transmission.
4. Alfa traditionally has poor reliability, same goes for dear 'ol Proton.

I'll hazard a guess: Proton design engineers are secret Alfa lovers.

I love Alfas. How can you not? Just look at the new Brera. I'll splash my cash just by looking at it.

Does it look alright?

Does this site look alright in Internet Explorer? I usually use Firefox, but today I opened the blog through Explorer and it looked messed up. Damn Microsoft.

On another note, isn't it just annoying when the car behind (or in front of , I guess) you has one headlight that beams "higher" than the other? That irritates me. A lot.

Cryptex

You must've heard of Da Vinci Code by now.
And you've probably read the book too.
So what do you think? Good, bad or just plain memesongkan akidah?

I guess the facts were stretched a bit (i.e false) but it sure as hell sounded pretty convincing. I'll give Dan Brown credit for that. But apart from these dodgy factual statements that pop up every now and then, the actual storyline is rather weak. To be honest, I started to lose interest reading it about 3/4 way through. Maybe it climaxed early? Haha you can't imagine how dodgy it feels just to write that last sentence!
I have a feeling that the movie would be good. They'll show lovely old architecture.
Not really sure about Tom Hanks as Langdon though. But the albino bloke is spot on! Exactly as I imagined!

Dumb Lyrics

I can't help but laugh everytime I hear this song, and I've heard it on the radio a few times already.
Does anyone know who sang this?
It goes more or less like...

I'm feeling kinda lonely
On top of that I feel kinda horny!

HAH.
What? Really?

Smitten

I'm totally smitten all over Missy Higgins. Damn.
Pekat nak mampos Aussie accent dia.

Random Question

Why isn't there any tampon ads on TV?
I was just wondering.

Yesteryears

Sometimes, once in a while, I like to reminisce about the past.
I'd recall and look back a few years and remember all the bands I used to listen to back then.
For instance today, while I was driving around suddenly I had the urge to put in my Taking Back Sunday CD into the CD player. I didn't know where the urge came from, or how it came about, and before you know it TBS is playing loudly in the car stereo.
Reminds me of my emo days instantly. I would be embarrassed to even mention that I listen to TBS now, let alone play it on my stereo ever so loudly. But in a way, it did become the starting point of sorts for me to venture deeper into the whole genre of rock music.
As the CD player begins to play the last track, I begin to think about the other bands I listened to during this whole "emo" period. Names like Saves the Day and Dashboard Confessional come to mind. I'm pretty sure I've deleted all of my Saves the Day mp3s so there's no way of recovering that back, but I do have a DC CD. I'll probably listen to it sometime this week, while I'm still in the emo mood.

Smitten

I'm totally smitten all over Cheryl. Damn.

Bedside Reading

I like to read before I sleep, 'cause it makes me sleepy real quick. And usually I have more than 3 reading materials at my bedside (or rather; mattress-side). A quick glance (ok, not exactly quick) reveals that I have the following items for my reading pleasure prior to my deep slumber.

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
The Importance of Being Ernest - Oscar Wilde
Italian in 3 Months
My First French Word Book
Modern Engine Tuning
March issue of F1 Racing magazine
Six Degrees: The Science of a Connected Age - Duncan Watts
Fever Pitch - Nick Hornby
Production Operations
February issue of Stuff magazine

That's pretty random, innit? Except for Hornby, I like Hornby.

Gubra

Let's start off by acknowledging that I'm BLOODY hungry right now.
All I had for dinner was Cintan Perisa Itik. Have you ever tried Cintan Perisa Itik? It's yummy. I always had the impression that ducks are "liat" for some reason, don't ask why.

Anyways, if you plan to watch the Malay movie Gubra, then I recommend you change your plans to something else. Like feed some ducks or watch paint dry (oh so cliche!). I wasted 10 bucks and more importantly 2 hours of my life (oh so nearly another cliche!) by watching this overly dramatic, masyarakat muhibbah berbilang kaum bullshit. I have a few issues with this movie, each of which will be elaborated in the following paragraphs (read with a very formal tone, please).

So I read somewhere that this isn't a sequel to the previous movie Sepet (which I enjoyed). Instead its a story that has characters from the previous movie but in a different timeline. Oh okay.
Hey wait a minute, if that is not the EXACT definition of a sequel, then what is? If it had the characters from the previous movie AND had the same timeline, then it would've been the same bloody movie, wouldn't it? It's confusing for simple folk like me, all this.
Okay, this really should be blamed on the article's writer instead of the movie itself. So fuck you article writer who felt the need to defend this dumb movie by saying its not a sequel when it really is because it has the exact same people in the movie as the first movie.

The movie is excruciatingly SLOW. Should the viewers see the dude walking to the surau, switching on the lights DOWNSTAIRS, then slowly climbs up the stairs, struggle to find the key, opening the door and finally switching the lights UPSTAIRS. The whole scene probably took close to 5 minutes (okay.. maybe 2) and I didn't think that it would've mattered much if we just saw the dude already in the surau. And there were other scenes that I think were supposed to add "dramatic artsy effects" that were just so so slow it annoyed the hell outta me.

Did the Chinese dude just stopped short of saying that he had a BIG BLACK DICK?

Is justifiable to cheat on your wife when your wife goes around touching another dude's naked chest in front of public toilets?

I'm hungry. I can't think more. I'll continue later.

You're Beautiful

I swear if I hear that song one more time, I'll kill myself.
Is it just me or this James Blunt bloke is getting really really annoying. To me, it's more close to "I wanna bash you up" kinda annoying, you know, the same exact feeling towards the idiot who constantly tailgates you.
What's this dude problem really? He goes on and on and on about his lost "love", writes very weak, pathetic, cliched songs and I kinda have a bit of an issue with his voice as well.
I guess what pisses me off the most that he potrays himself as this lonely loser guy but in reality he's dating super hot models. What the..? Is he faking the lonely broken hearted thing to get some chicks?
To borrow a line from the movie Lucky Number Slevin:
How do you justify being lonely and dating hot models?

Back again.

Blogging is something I do occasionally, apparently. I suppose I'm more of a "as-you-feel" kinda blogger, as opposed to "I'll tell you what happenened in my life today, EVERYDAY!" blogger. Not that there's anything wrong with that. So dear reader(s) or reader (Anonymous, where are you? Missing your comments, ha! I sound like a bloody loser!), in short here's a few random things that I've been planning to write about but were postponed and postponed until eventully I forgot about them. Until now, of course.
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Playing golf hurts. Hurts your pocket severely, not to mention the sore arms & hands.

If you're a male Malay dude, you're probably obssesed with the Mitsubishi Evolution. You go, "Whoa.. Evo, Evo!" as one passes by. You're pathetic.

I went to the book fair and bought a kindergarden colourful kiddie cartoony book titled "My First French Word Book". Cute, eh? I plan to learn some French words through this pre-schooler book. Yet another crazy idea.

I've also decided that I'll do my own repair on my FRIEND'S car! Haha. I'll spend a mere RM 130 for a 1990s Mercedes C-Class Haynes Manual. I should be a certified Merc expert once I finish reading this. And this poor bloke's car would be my first specimen.

I hope I get transferred back to KL. I've lost interest in working lately.

I've started jogging every evening, just before I go hitting golf balls at the driving range.

I can't go to the range everyday. I lose my swing. I'm bloody inconsistent. Either that or I just can't pay attention/concentrate too long.

My friend left his electric guitar and amp in my room. I'm practicing crazy ass psychedelic solos every night now.

Seven fucking nil, eh? Followed by a derby win, without Gerrard some more, aiya!

My car guzzles so much fuel. Bloody hell.

When's my trip to Perth? I need a vacation, pronto.

Hasan Merican is kinda cool.

Sure, this all doesn't make any sense. You know why? Cause it's some RANDOM stuff I've been storing in my head for a few weeks now. That's why.
But with a bit of effort, I'm sure at least 50% of this post is relatively understandable.

Guilty pleasures

I discovered something new to prove that I have a really really short attention span. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Out of the 100 balls I hit at the driving range today, I messed up the first 10 or so (finding my rhythm), hit the next 30 decently (my hits were between sweet and okay) and totally fucked up the rest (utterly useless, complete loss of concentration). So it goes to show yet again, that I can only do things well for a very short period, and then I'll just lose focus and mess the whole thing up seconds later.

Alright then.

Continuing on with my "singer-songwriter" phase; after a short pause to indulge on some Placebo (which by the way, will take a bit of time to appreciate), I'm back with my next acoustic guitar-strumming, semi-artistic bloke. Except that he's not really semi-artistic.

As embarassing as it is, I have to admit that my current guilty pleasure is no other than Jason "Mr. A-Z" Mraz. Normally, anyone that gives himself a pathetic nickname like "Mr A-Z" is a bloody motherfucking wanker in my books, and deserve to rot in hell. But I'll let it slide this time. Just because the song Wordplay is so annoyingly happy.