Citra Warna was a BLAST!

Hey guys! Sorry late update. Exams you know, those papers on your school desk which somehow challenges your mentality. Studying myself to death. Well, maybe not death, but I have been studying. A bit.

Anyway... Citra Warna. Yeap. Awesome. Terrific. Superb. Amazing. Spectacular. Web of... sorry, getting carried away. I'm mentioning all of Spider-Man's comic series (to those who don't know... it's the Amazing Spider-Man, the Spectacular Spider-Man, and the Web of Spider-Man.)

Alright, off topic there. Yeah, the folks of SAS had a damn good time at Dataran Merdeka that fateful night of 22nd of May 2010. We danced, laughed, cheered, partied like there was no tomorrow, tho there wasn't any drinking, unless you count the mountains of mineral water bottles we downed that night. It was a cool night, but we were sweating and boy, did we smell.

Puan Rema said to us after the event was over: 'now you have that empty feeling in your lives.'

Well, the Form 5s certainly miss those moments. Dancing in front of the Agong and on live national TV! Some Form 4s aren't doing so well. Pity those fellas. You should see their Facebook status updates.

Yeah, Citra Warna was really a fun time in our lives. A good experience for all of us. Look out for Citra Warna 2011, eh?

Thanks for visiting!

Ahaha what a day la

Can I say I'm tired?

I can? Thank you.

I'm tired. Very. Citra Warna is very taxing. Just had our first latihan pukal today and whoah, was it bombastic. Yeah, and tiring.

But fun. All the hot girls. Heh. Thanks for visiting.

Eternal Spring (Relax, Ladies and Gentlemen)

I came back from school quite late today. 7-ish, because I was lazy to leave school after 5 (that's when the Citra Warna practice ends). I'm not complaining. I had a nice B-Ball game while waiting. Tho going home was a pain, I managed to get a taxi and arrive home before my mom skinned-- I mean, scolded me.

Naturally, I was exhausted. Walking for 30 minutes, then waiting for another 30 minutes while I fruitlessly try to flag down a taxi. And in the middle of it, some bugger on a bike passed me on the road with his middle finger sticking up.

WTF, man. I think I know you, but c'mon, wouldn't a simple 'Hi' or 'Hello' be fine? You had to flip me off. Does your dad own the road? Or is it somehow listed in your grandmother's last will? I mean, a 'Hey, asshole' would've just been fine too. But no, it had to be your middle finger. What I would do to snap it off.

Oh well, at least I didn't see your hell-spawned face, so that was good. I mean, you were obeying road rules by wearing a helmet (despite having no manners at all) and I'm happy for you (drop dead, man, everyone will be happy).

Okay, out of topic there. What I wanted to say is that as soon as I got home, I did a quick change of clothes and flopped on the bed. It was seven at that time. When I woke up... it was already 12.30pm. I know, wicked, right? I was lucky because I haven't prepared my school stuff yet.

After all stuff was done and done, I checked the Net. And boy, I found out some people out there are not having a good week. Take deep breaths, people. You won't like that negative energy accumulating in your body.

Do it the way Ip Man does it. Spiritually, like his Wing Chun fighting style.

Yeah, Ip Man rules. Oh, and as I was saying...

Quoted from Wikipedia, everyone's favourite online encyclopedia;

Wing Chun (Chinese: 詠春; pinyin: Yǒng chūn; literally "Eternal Spring"), also romanized as Ving Tsun or "Wing Tsun" (and sometimes substituted with the characters for "eternal springtime") is a concept-based Chinese martial art and form of self-defense utilizing both striking and grappling while specializing in close-range combat.

So think of it as like this quote, ''When life gives you lemons... you make lemonade.'' Yeah, the Eternal Spring martial art of fighting is similar. You take an attack, but instead of taking it to the gut, you grapple onto the attack, divert it from yourself and use that opening to counter attack. Smart, eh?

So when something bad happens, you do an Ip Man. Take it, block it, divert it, and strike back. All logic and timing. Girls should know this, since Wing Chun (from what I heard) is used mostly by female martial artists... and some feminists I know. Few men like Ip Man use this style and when you do... well, you get Bruce Lee's grandmaster of kung fu.

Okay, I'm getting off topic again. But you readers know what I mean. Take it slow and everything will turn out right. You just have to suck it up and bear with it. When the time's right, you seize that golden opportunity and show everyone that you can be the frickin' best.

Thanks for reading!

The Terrible Turkeys Band

Yeah, so what started as a lazy Labour Day for me (no tuition, scored some extra hours of sleep) turned out to be the next step in the formation of a four-piece band.

Yeap, Imp sms'ed me the other day saying he needed another singer to perform in a small event ''Crescent Day''. So I said sure, tho rehearsals can't be on the next day (which was Saturday, Labour Day) because my dad would be home.

So back to the present time, I'm busy listening to some punk-infested music orchestrated by Green Day when I got a call from Imp. Note that my parents were out buying groceries at that time.

Imp: So dude, you can keluar tak?
Me : No, man, sorry. My dad just came back from Ipoh. Family time, y' know? (My dad was
working full time in Ipoh, Perak)
Imp: Really? Because, you know... we're just outside your house.
Me : WTF?

There was Imp, Ishaq and Felix waiting outside with Felix's Kancil car. I was like, ''WTF?!?''. And yeah, I just followed them to Imp's house. I sms'ed my mom that I was going to Imp's place... ''for a short while''.

So when we got to Imp's house, Ishaq started playing ''Stairway to Heaven'' with Imp's piano when he noticed he could manipulate the keys into sounding just like the song. Bravo, Ishaq. Damn cool, because Ishaq didn't know anything about pianos. Felix joined in while Imp explained to me the details of the performance.

We were going to sing ''Carry You Home'' by James Blunt. Imp will be playing the rhythm with his acoustic, Ishaq with the lead and his electric guitar and Felix with the bass, albeit using his acoustic guitar with an audio jack. They needed a singer who could sing low because James Blunt always knew how to hit high and low notes with beautiful melody.

Well, I'm no James Blunt... but I think I'd do pretty well. Nah, just joking. Yeah, so I'm the singer. And before we knew it, we had like a four-piece band.

Just when we about to rehearse... my dad called.

''You had your ''short while''. Now, come home. Your aunt's on the way.''

Oh well. So much for a rehearsal. So Felix gave me a ride back to my house. Imp tagged along while Ishaq stayed and mauled--I mean, played his piano. I got back home before my parents did from their grocery shopping and then spent the entire evening help my mom make burritos until my aunt came. Spicy, I might add. Very.

Imp arranged another rehearsal. Monday, after school. Wooh. Let's hope we can pull this off before Crescent Day.

Thanks for visiting! See ya!

PS: I'd really like the band name to be the ''Terrible Turkeys''.