four important songs right now.

Deschanel.

During a cranium game (a more fun version of charades, as they claim),

Jay used his pen to draw 6 dashes. The universal cranium sign for 6 words. We now need to guess what book title consists of 6 words. I had no idea.

He continued drawing a fist with a thumb sticking out pointing upwards. Okay, in lesser words, it was a 'thumbs up'. He added a car beside it. 'This' was for the second word.

It ended there.

I answered faster than i took the time to write this post. Can you?

Gypsy Punk

1)This unfair pressure amounts to a point.

2)Where I wish I could write something good effortlessly.

3)Today is the 10th day of eid.

4)'You don't have to come and confess' is the best line of the week. Antoine Dodson is the Maharaja.

5)There's too much positivity, it's becoming negative.

6)The long distance phone calls made me happy during eid. Very.

7)I need Doc Brown and his Delorean. Badly.

8)I need to find a job. Terribly.

9)I will never write like this again. Promise.

Gorillaz - On Melancholy Hill

For the longest time, I'm gonna use back the word epic.

Havaianas.

My hot-shorts radius is getting larger. First it was the living room. The neighbour's house next. And now the clubhouse. Playing ping pong. I fenced off any confused onlookers with a smile.

Yesterday, I took a drive in it and went to a mamak. Sat, drank, kept a clear mind, ready to eyeball back the people around, eyeballing me first.

"Bro main rugby ke, sure hebat ni" the friend's acquaintance asked.

That's it, I'm wearing these rugby shorts to the bazaar ramadhan next. In style. Maybe minus the flip-flops.

The Courteeners - No You Didn't, No You Don't

Romero.

The rain hits the car window in an inconsistent awkward tune, almost as if some bored kid is playing with the water sprinkler, turning it on and off anytime he feels like doing it. It must be raining everywhere, even the radio station is playing 'raindrops keep falling on my head'.

They were playing a song which has been featured in a few films, Forrest Gump, Spy Hard, Spiderman 2, and probably the best song that has got to do with the rain. The dj must have felt something, or maybe he just rented Spiderman 2,heard the song, watched it halfway, fell asleep before claiming it's a song of his generation.

Inside, the one seating in the passenger seat is talking about the school of thoughts in the world, the economic and political fables he like to start telling anyone when he's bored in the car. He hasn't stopped talking since we left the suburb, an hour ago. He must be really bored. He's currently at 'socialism' now. It has been 30 times since he mentioned 'Karl Marx'.

"Zombies are true socialists and the black dude in 'The Land of The Dead' must be the metaphor of Karl Marx" I thought.

I am nodding my head and making comforting sounds, the universal series of sounds you make as a sign of understanding. I never add to anything he says. I just choose some words, think of word substitutes, re-trace to something he mentioned a few minutes before and say it to him. A version of his story in the words of mine. I am the compliment ace(in tennis sense).

He never gets bored if he tells these kinda stuff to me. A private talk on big human problems and the make-believe solutions he wishes he can achieve. I am his listener today. He rarely cracks a joke, except when he's bored or that he realize that I am not actually listening. Both options are not present, at the moment.

"You know what's scary in the world right now?" he suddenly made a rhetorical question. If this was a test, either way I wouldn't have answered.

"It's not collapsing skyscrapers"

"It's not those bloody insurgents"

"It's not those Wall Street and the Federal Reserve bastards"

At this point, I don't think I can come up with anymore examples of the tragedies that have struck the world, better than him. Well i think he could go on, he only made a reference of what's been happening now. He is left with a few thousand years of earth problems. I wouldn't like to drive anymore if he continued.

"So what is?" I asked while pretending to be reading something in related to him on my phone all the while. Where in truth, I was busy texting a friend that i was more interested in hearing what dress colour she should wear to a dinner.

"People stabbing you from the back, the ones that you trust digging for your secrets, to be used on you, an abomination" He said in a cynical tone. However one may sound like.

"Like right now" he added.

"Huh?"

At this moment, I was confused. Only to find out that there are two heads just a few inches behind my head. Sneaking and giggling. The two idiots that have been sleeping for the past hour in the backseat are wide awake. They have been reading my text messages, from the back for god knows how long. Digging my secrets. Which consists of the preference of colours if I were a girl, my dream romantic holiday and I should stop here. The one in the passenger seat was really bored i guess. He picked on me instead.

Fred Astaire - I Won't dance (Remix)

Best Haiku Like Ever.

The sign said pastry,
I thought it was poetry,
I would've ordered.

The Cardigans - Carnival

Wall.

An excerpt from fake AP stylebook.

To settle the ages-old newsroom debate: Draculas always beat Frankensteins. Frankensteins beat wolfmen. Wolfmen beat mummies.

Paris Jones - Aint Love

Sunray.

Ada insider yang tahu mana bazaar ramadhan yang macam dalam set filem sex and the city?

Tolong, pass the word to me.

Butterfingers - Merdeka

Pilot.

It is usually 8 AM, most of the time i wake up. Sundays, Wednesdays, Labour Day, you name it. Though it's always best to wake up at 8 on a Saturday. You'll be surprised with the kinds of people making their way to the normal morning eateries here. The early birds, the successful people, the outdoor crowd, you name it.

Except, you don't have to be really successful to earn a seat there. There are no qualifications to drink tea while eating some indian-taste carbs. You just have to be early. Sitting, while looking around. The wealthy people brings along their children. The good looking, the well groomed, the beautiful ones, you name it. Beautiful people, banana leaves, good food. Those are what I like about this place.

"Why do you like to eat here?" she asked.

"Err, I eat here" I answered while pouring some curry onto my food ,"Because my father took everyone in the family here since we were little,"

"So it's kinda like your father bought a lifetime club membership for the whole family here," she said. "What else can you get here besides food, free massage?"

I never reply a single word when she says something she thinks its clever, just to get at me. I make a face, like an expression of smiling and being angry at the same time. Everyone has one. I have one. There's even a special template for her.

"Hey do you remember back in Brisbane?" she asked.

"About what?" I answered.

"We used to do a lot of walking together, we were kaki jalans"

Our houses were close while we were living there as students, and yes, I do remember a lot of walking were involved between us. Once, she called me at seven in the morning just to walk with her to the grocery for a loaf of bread and her daily consumption of bananas. Next, we were walking aimlessly in the city just to tune down the boredom level on a weekend. Then, we stopped taking the bus to the next suburb and instead, we started walking every time we needed to be at a friend's house there. One very long walk.

"Yes I remember, we were the first in the group to walk across the new bridge cause you couldn't wait, I took you there," I replied.

"And do you remember when we found those chocolate brownies at the flea market, in the city, they were the best, everyone thanked us for introducing them" she said.

"Good times"

"Yes, definitely good times" she smiled.

I am now under the impression that she remembers a lot of stuff that we did together back there. I finished eating, lit a cigarette and took a sip of the tea."We were fun back then, we took those walks effortlessly where maybe someone else would have complained"

"We sure did talk a lot as well" I added. "How can we not combine talk and walk into one fun matter,"

"You sure about that?" she asked, giggling.

"Didn't we?" I replied.

"Well, most of the time, you sure did talk a lot and complained about some other girl you're not talking to anymore now," she laughed. "It was fun for me to listen to,"

Cheap shot sister, but that was true. She remembers more than I do.

I was then left under the impression that every time she opens her mouth, she'll say something she thinks its clever, just to get back at me. Past flings, bad haircuts, stupid jokes, you name it. The kind of words that actually you don't mind taking from a friend that has shared so many. Good times.

The Killers - Enterlude & Exitlude