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Kids make excellent photo subjects, because they do the funniest things, and they do not stop themselves from having fun. Add food and sunshine to make a good day at the Pendle playground yesterday. Azhar brought along his 75-300mm zoom lens which he kindly let me borrow for a while – I even almost forgot to eat!
More pictures of them – and their parents, too – and grown-up kids as well. Also, welcome Azhar to the flickr fraternity. Anda, bila lagi?
Wanker McWank.
That is all I have to say. Dah. Gi blog orang lain pulak.
Getting Gabra over Gubra – hehe my Malaysiakini piece. Yes, I want to join the bandwagon too! And no, I have no shame.
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Over the past fortnight, I have watched my housemates being transformed into a version of ‘me’. Okay, so maybe that’s an unflattering degradation for them, but trust me I mean it in the best of ways. Ever since the World Snooker Championships began, they have structured their work schedule according to when the games are played; and have even discovered the miracle of live telecasts via BBC Broadband Interactive.
This is something I do without question when it comes to football, Wimbledon tennis (only because the other grand slams aren’t televised live on BBC1) and Olympic / Commonwealth games. (I used to do the same for basketball and a multitude of other pointless competitions, but one day it struck me that I actually need to work to ensure continuing subsistence). I am still miffed that I missed the Boro vs Bucharest game last night, given that it was one hell of a game..
But back to my roomies.. It’s heartwarming – and amusing – for me to see them all passionate like this – every conversation is peppered with Ronnie this and Ebdon that, Dott’s fit and Smurphy’s a twat.. Like seeing your own children come of age and realise that Manchester United are the best team in the world. Haha.
Tommorow, apparently, a trip to Sheffield is on the cards: venue visit! I can so relate to that, beings as visiting and taking pictures at every Premiership football ground is my ultimate roadtrip. The invitation has been extended, but I think I will decline. There’s a barbeque on uni grounds tommorow, and which grad student says no to free food?
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Wondering what to spoil me with, to prove your never ending love? (Stalkers, please take note). Try this. Or this. Or this.
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Last week a friend sent over a draft of a short story, with the central theme of ‘falling out of love’. As in, you wake up one morning, and you realise everything is just about going through the motions. Only the motions are so comforting, you fear breaking free. It’s a risk we all take, I suppose. If you fall into something, there is a chance you might one day want to get out. That’s why they say, carpe diem – seize the moment. Make the most of what you have and all that lark.
Before I get uber philosophical and all that, allow me to get back to the point of the entry. I was reminded of that short story, because on the bus heading to university today, my MP3 player played ‘Brothers on a Hotel Bed’ by Death Cab For Cutie. Yes, I know the title is just… wrong.. as Sashi puts it, but as with most of Gibbard’s lyrics, the words get at you in ways you forgot they could. Kickass poetry with chords.
Brothers on a Hotel Bed
You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Cause I’m not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes
But these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below
Who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for
Both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside
Someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
On the back of a motorbike
With your arms outstreched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed
We couldn’t break from the concrete
And the city where we still reside
And I have learned
That even landlocked lovers yearn
For the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight
From our own seperate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Cause I’m not who I used to be