Dreamland where you at?

The clock is ticking down to 3am, the wind from the fan is the only ambient sound I hear, the lights are all off, but not my eyes and my mind. Which are perfect for a lot of thinking, mostly negative. I blame the white coffee I had at Seoul Garden during dinner, all two large cups of it.

So I switch on my MP3 player, and in an act reminiscent of the school days, I start to tune to a radio station after another, although now I don't hear Klasik Nasional that much.

Back in school I would sink in the bed at 11.30pm, at which time the dutiful prefect or Islamic Council member would make an announcement that went more or less like this,

"Perhatian kepada semua pelajar ASiS, waktu sekarang 11.30 malam. Anda diminta untuk memadamkan lampu dorm dan menyiapkan diri untuk tidur." 

Actually the announcement was unnecessary, primarily because we were known to be an academically excellent school so it'd be a shame if we had to be reminded of something as simple as sleep time but it was a norm, and it was almost a tradition. Plus, there were always some eager announcers, including yours truly sometimes. 

And that was it, everyone would quit the laundry, quit the chatting, quit the studying, everything, and like a closing bell in the stock exchange, it's time for us boys to call it a day. We didn't have to be reminded twice, nor did we need to be forcibly put to bed by the wardens since we knew tomorrow would be another busy day and we'd be damned to go through it sleepy, what with the teachers constantly ready with dusters or sharp words to be thrown ruthlessly at the sleepyheads.

But of course, not all of us slept right away. Some were swiftly lulled into the dreamland, but some would go on with their little personal businesses, some "me time" before bed. Mine was listening to the radio while waiting for the KLCC towers' lights to go off at 12am. It was a daily affair. I've always been impressed with KLCC, to me it's one of mankind's grandest creation and we are lucky to have it close by, in our very own Malaysia. Back in those days when KL was a vacation spot, I would go jakun every time I saw KLCC. 

Just imagine how glad I was that the top bunk I was assigned to when I entered boarding school had the view of KLCC and Genting Highlands. The best bed I could ask for. A part of the reason why those were yet the most precious years of my life.

Argo fork yourself

So I've just finished watching Argo. Great movie, tho I highly doubt the logic of the runway scene. How could the cars and trucks not get flown off by the thrust of a 747 taking off? In fact, with the tremendous load and high temperature the Revolutionary Guards and their cars could've been burnt to ashes once they approached the plane from behind. Not to mention how they could move forward of the plane without getting sucked into the powerful engines.

However that doesn't hamper my liking of the movie. I particularly like the characters of the Iranian revolutionary guards, especially the chief guard at the airport, he successfully managed to create suspense and thrill from his acting of a fierce and eager young fighter. 

Anyway take a look at this.

For those who don't know, the guy on the left is Titus Welliver, playing Jon Bates in Argo, and on the right is the older Gregory Itzin, who I know and like for playing President Logan in 24 and Agent Minelli in The Mentalist.

Is it just me or they do look alike?

Two be continued

Oh my I forgot my own blog's anniversary. 

My mind has been really preoccupied with a lot things; exams, re-exams, and so many other random thoughts the less future-deciding things have to make way.

So two years. That's how old this blog is. For two years, I've thought, seen, heard many stuff, some I decided were worth sharing hence I put them in words here.

This blog was created on 15th May 2011, my fifth attempt at blogging. The first blog was made in January 2010 and was deleted about 3 months later. The second came into being on April and taken down on May, days before the third was created. I still wondered why did I end it later in December.

The fourth was conceived in February 2011, lasted around five posts before I called it quits on April. But really I just have a knack of writing thus iowc was started in May 2011.

Each blog actually represents my phases of maturity and my directions of thoughts and really, most of the time the reason behind the deleting was me unable to stand my own immaturity in the posts. Maybe someday I will write more about those blogs and revisit my past thoughts, not all of them were rubbish after all.

Happy birthday to this blog, here's a screen grab of my iPad lockscreen adorned with the pic of my latest imaginary car.

May of dismay

Much stuff happened for the past four weeks. BN won the elections, the Opposition dissatisfied with the results, the brouhaha that ensued, the racism that never really go away, the immaturity of the disgruntled some, and the hope that we will always bear for this great nation.

It's okay Mr. Anwar, you may have your moment. Take the time to heal from the battle scars. I'm not sold yet for any of the oppo's allegations except for the repeating voting. Mr. Najib's on his way out anyways, he still fails to respond to the calls for integrity and liberalisation. Meanwhile, I'll stay on the fence and throw stones at the front doors of both of you.

Also, ManU won the EPL for the 20th time, 2 titles ahead of Liverpool who seem to cling on to next season instead, like the past season, and the seasons before. Perhaps next season will indeed be our season? Without Ferguson, who finally called it quits after 26 years, after very well knocking Liverpool off their f***in' perch? Without Suarez, who really needs to take a break from the abusive British press and thinks that the Spanish media will be a bit more lenient on his attitude at his new club Real Madrid? By the way which plank couldn't see that coming? I saw it obviously coming when he was hit with the 10-game ban, thanks to Mr. Cameron who maybe now ranks just below Thatcher in the eyes of the Liverpool fans, and Mr. Mugabe who is a Chelsea fan. I won't hate Suarez, he's got his reason and I bought that, but I won't say he's perfectly innocent because if he was, then the ever nosy press wouldn't get under his skin that deep. So adios Luis, thanks for the memories.

We'll never know what lies ahead of us. We just know the ball will roll anyways, be kicked and thrown off, by us or anyone, in our direction or elsewhere.