Yesterday also got me thinking a lot. Sambateria had this picnic/get-together so I guess we really got to know each other a bit better outside of our gigs and practice sessions. We had the works there: a super-massive potluck buffet, sing-along sessions (yes, sing-along sessions), frisbee games, fishing, and generally goofing off at the nearby playground. As we finally expended our last vestiges of adrenaline and youthful energy, Surya, Aiman and I sat at the breakwater to chill-out and chit-chat. And it was then that it finally hit me:

I may be exaggerating, but I do believe it's true to some extent.

I have not gone fishing before; I've had only one relationship so far in my 19 years of existence on this earth. I haven't gone on some Outward Bound camp to do some really cool shit like kayaking and...well, camping; and I can't say I've smoked before. I'm still divided in my personal reasons for such a decision - salvaging my health, or self-imposing deviance? Right now, I think it's leaning towards the latter. Hell, at any moment in time during practice, more than half of the people in Sambateria have a ciggie between their lips.

I have not gone to a theatre production before; I haven't actually learned to play the guitar; I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO A COUNTRY OUTSIDE OF FRICKIN' MALAYSIA.

See what I mean? These would probably seem like trivial matters to some of you readers, but in this regard, I'd say it really is the little things that count. I definitely want to tell my grandkids in the future that I've screwed the rules and lit up before, and I'd want to be able to serenade a future special someone on that super special day.

But I figure hey, I'm still 19. God-willing, I've got a whole long life ahead of me, and I'd really want it to turn out to be as meaningful and worthwhile as possible.

So, does your life have meaning?

I'm telling you, everything's getting either tighter, thinner, shorter, or all of the above. And it's not just on the girls either. The guys, God forbid, are following their footsteps as well. (Whoops, there goes the traditionalist in me. Down, boy!) From a pragmatic point of view, what f****in' good does less material do for you, honestly? We all know how global warming's fucked our damn climate already, and that some people have tried to fix things, albeit with some major disruptions. (I'm looking at you, China.) Ergo, it isn't very practical for you fellas to be putting on LESS clothing now, is there?

I guess at this point, I really have to single out a group of people whom I have a HUGE bone to pick with: girls who wear HOT PANTS *GASP* (Note: NO sexual innuendos are intended. None. Absolutely nada. *cough*) See, it doesn't matter if it rain or shine, winter or summer; them girls got those pants stuck to their buns wherever they go. It's mind-boggling! And don't get me started on those chunky ones who are oblivious to the fact that their thighs look like Apollo Layer Cakes. Oh no, we'll be up all night debating that one.

Then again, I may have a theory: since those buttock-covering vessels ARE called 'HOT' pants, maybe there's some kind of other material - invisible to everyone but the person wearing them - that actually keeps any part of the exposed leg warm.

Hmm.

This is revolutionary. I may have potentially uncovered a huge government cover-up: a damned conspiracy!

I must hide now.

Call me when the pizza arrives.

Eww.

Goddammit, where's MY shoulder. =(

Speaking of which, I think one's playlist really does reveal one's true character. When you're listening to music (and I assume you're doing this through the means of an audio-transferral device like earphones) it's more or less a private affair; just you and only you enjoying your music. You'll listen to whatever you like - be it reggae or metal or alt-rock - because it's your private time and you want to listen to what you enjoy listening to, simply because that music defines you. I'm probably over-thinking this shit, but it's nice to write out your thoughts based on what you've observed.

More often than not, I've seen friends who listen to popular music who, in turn, love to hang out with the popular kids. I've had friends who dig punk rock, and as such are one of the more extreme deviants of society, doing what they want just 'cause.

Which then brings me to a chicken-and-egg question, are we choosing our music based on who we are, or are we shaped by our choice of music?

And no, you may not slap me.

And I know I've posted countless attempts at excuses to explain such a situation.

Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down...

I still do, actually.

Yet, somehow, with every fibre of my being, I actually managed to do the very same thing with mine.

Well, not on a regular basis, but enough to make it count.

Blows your mind, don't it?

It's just that somewhere, deep within the recesses of my more-or-less self-sustaining (I think my mum just twitched in her sleep.) and bachelor-istic life, I find it extremely liberating to tell someone about my day, from time to time.

I mean, that's how it's supposed to work, right? When talking to people?

Just that in this case, it's less personal, what with the mostly one-way communication, and a faceless one at that.

I seem to be using a lot of commas in my sentences, don't I?

I guess my point is that I probably should pull an overhaul on my posts from now on. Like, less about me and what I do, and more about what I think. I mean, that's what counts, isn't it? What the people on teh Intarwebs would like to see?

No?

Well, screw you voyeuristic bastards - I'm doing it for the intellectuals, so there.

Anyway, I bid you adieu with one for the foodies out there: BURGERS GALORE!!

Carl's Jr. has nothing on the burgers featured on this site.

Wow.

I can't even commit to a weekly post nowadays, can I?

Shiiittttt.

Oh well.

So it's almost 2 in the morning now. I just completed editing a short video for my Advanced Camera Production module (the title tells all about the hassle involved), and all I have to do now is export the damn thing and put it on a DVD.

Oh, and study for a quiz for my Music CDS as well.

Did I mention it was almost 2 in the morning?

I think my body acclimatizing itself to all-nighters. I feel like a damn bat in the day (sleeping habits, not caped-crusader-fighting-crime habits) and am fully awake at unearthly hours.

In short, I'm fucked.

And not in the way I would enjoy, either.

Dammit.

On an unrelated note, I think I'm gonna do something I haven't done in a long time: I giving my two cents.

Yeah, literally.

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If you believed that, you get a pretend cookie. It's Butterscotch Pecan, but, you know, being a pretend cookie, you could very well think up of any flavour you want, really.

Yeah.

Okay back on track.

I think Clone Troopers are awesome.

Here's why:

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