You Left A Hole Where My Heart Should Be

Breaking Benjamin’s new rock-chart topping single, Breath, from their third album Phobia, has left me in quite a state of diziness ever since hearing it. Been playing it over and over again…and over again…! It is one badass song! For me, just humming it sends waves of emotions and energy coursing through me! And the part, “You left a hole where my heart should be” was so inspirational that I had to sit down and do this, as you can see here.

And my dear darling Mocha Glacier, ever since you left, I have been harbouring a hole where my heart should be!!! Playing this song reminds me so much of you, and since I’ve been playing it on and on and on, you are in my thoughts on and on and on! Like All the Time. It’s playing even now! You definitely take the breath right out of me! And not just with insane laughter as we tend to do whenever we get together. Notice the fingernail in the pic? Yeap, it’s still mutilated! This drawing thingy is dedicated to none other but YOUUUU!

Here are the lyrics of Breath from Breaking Benjamin, taken from azlyrics.com

“Breath”

I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like.
Is it over yet, in my head?
I know nothing of your kind, and I won’t reveal your evil mind.
Is it over yet? I can’t win.

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what’s left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I’m going all the way, get away, please.

[Chorus:]
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
’cause I will be the death of you.

This will be all over soon.
Pour salt into the open wound.

Is it over yet? Let me in.

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what’s left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I’m going all the way, get away, please.

[Chorus:]
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
’cause I will be the death of you.

[Bridge]
I’m waiting, I’m praying, realize, start hating.

[Chorus:]
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
’cause I will be the death of you.

Indulge in Sin – Saatanuge Gulha!

The gulha that will never fall from grace. Crisp, Cracked, and Fiery explosions of taste contained within each golden sphere. Their perfectly constituted fuhgandu don’t just Krrack as you bite them, they Krrackle inside your mouth, going from murana to yumm to delirium, and all through the remaining levels of temptations I can’t even comprehend. And then comes the masgandu. The cunningly placed cracks in the fuhgandu exposes the innards to the scorching hot oil these balls of bliss are deep fried in, giving it that pleasure inducing texture. To define its taste on your tongue is a judgement call between being heavenly delightful and sinfully naughty! Devilishly Good if I dare say so myself. Ladies & Gentlemen. It wasn’t an apple, it was this gulha!

In-duLge!

Eat using hands. Pitchfork not required.

World Music Day 2007 in Male’

I stumbled into this, World Music Day 2007!

WMD 07 was celebrated in the innermost corner of Youth Centre aka MCSE. Hot place, no ventilation, but real head banging! Dislodged grey and white matter scattered everywhere, more so near the stage!

Leaves

      The sun sweeps the roads to brilliance as I rode my bicycle. Weaving my way around potholes and muddy puddles, I hurry on the more or less dusty roads. My destination, an abandoned, shrub overgrown enclosed area to the south of the new cemetery.
      As I approach the large rusted gates, I see the bicycles of Ameen and Yoos parked outside, their chain locks looped through the grilles. I do the same to my bicycle, and squeeze my way in to the green enclosure guarded by walls of grey cement. It always amazes me how quiet it becomes the moment I step in here.
      “Hey, you’ve been a while” Ameen calls out. He is sitting on the grass peppered with yellow flowers, his athletic frame resting against the trunk of a gnarled tree. We never did determine what kind of tree it was, though numerous debates on the nature of the tree are held right under its shade.
      Yoos’s back is to me as I make my way to them. He turns around, his myopic eyes distorted under thick spectacles. From over his shoulder, I see he is reading a book, one I was too familiar with.
      “Not that again?” I ask, sitting down cross legged next to him, facing Ameen. Yoos goes back to reading. He doesn’t talk much. We like it that way, because when he does talk much, he frightens us somewhat. And that we don’t like at all.
       Ameen stretches his arms and legs and yawns. “Did you bring the bilimagu leaves?”
      “Yea.” I reply, pulling out a handful of crumpled green leaves from my pocket.
      ”You should have brought more. That might not be enough”
       “Doesn’t matter. No one is home today, we can go back and pluck some more.”
       “Right, Yoos, stop reading that crap and give us the goods”
       Yoos reaches inside the big pocket on his brown cargo pants, and pulls out a cigarette pack. I snatch it from his hands and get busy with tearing the top open. I pull out one cigarette, and throw the pack to Ameen. He deftly catches it with the least possible movement, and pulls out a partly dislodged cigarette with his lips. Before long, he lights it with a box of matches he fishes out of his shirt pocket, and inhales with a hiss.
      “Aaah that feels just nice” He sighs, slumps down more against the tree, his eyes out of focus at an indeterminate spot in the sky. I lean over and take the matches from Ameen.
      Double Happiness Safety Matches.
     “Why are they called safety matches?” I ask.
      Yoos mumbles, his eyes still intent on the book. “Coz they can only be lit from the box.”
      “Huh?”
      “If not, they won’t be safe. They can ignite anywhere, on any surface”
      “Aah!” I comprehend.
      “Stop that talk of igniting and surfaces. Reminds me that I have to study for tomorrow’s exam” Ameen moans, swirls of grey smoke issuing from his lips, making the trunk of the tree seem part of the grey wall behind.
       I strike a match on the box, just to be on the safe side, and it blooms into an orange bud, not yet a blossom. Happiness Once – It lights up. I bring it to my cigarette and puff. Happiness Twice – That lights up too. Thus Double Happiness, I assume.
       The first drag of the day is the best. The smoke goes straight to my head, swirling up through my eyeballs, distorting my vision for a nanosecond, and then envelopes the grey matter further up. I plunk down on my back, seeing the smoke outside and feeling it inside. I move my head just a fraction, so that my eyes are shaded by the outermost leaf of the undefined tree.
      It is so very quiet in here.
      We don’t talk much. We don’t even normally hang around together much. Yoos, for all his reading, hardly fares well in studies. Ameen, for all his good looks, is still looking forward to his first kiss. Me, for all my everything, got nothing inside. Except, for the moment, some smoke.
       I just lie down there, looking at the sky, observing the intensity of the sun waning from white to yellow to orange. It is getting late. I got an exam to ace and a girl to flatter, the latter takes precedence.
       My third cigarette winks out of its fiery existence.
       I sit up, and realize I must have dozed off. Neither Ameen nor Yoos is there. I look at the ground and there aren’t any of the bilimagu leaves I had brought. I need them if I was to go to appease the girl. I look up and see the leaves of the undefined tree slowly waving in the breeze. And I wonder.
       I walk up to the tree, and stroke the rough bark, all the while looking up. The lowest branches are just below the top of the wall. With the thought that I can reach the leaves sprouting from these branches, I clamber up the tree. Halfway, I grab a small branch, and jump. It snaps from the tree and lands on the ground with me. I straighten myself and strip the leaves from the amputated branch. I quickly rub them over my fingers and over my face, especially over my mouth, making sure that their smell is overpowering enough. Putting one leaf in my mouth and chewing it, I squeeze out through the rusty gates, unlock my bicycle, and ride away.

Last Night, I Watched Transformers – The Movie!

“You’re kidding! No way! The movie isn’t even out yet!” &c. &c.

I’m talking the previous Transformers movie. “What? There was a movie before?”. The animated cartoon one, I mean, of course. Had to see it again, coz I cannot control the hype being self built in meself, in anticipation of the movie that isn’t even out yet.

Here’s some captures from that…Of the epic battle between Optimus Prime and Megatron! 

 

Also see Transformer – Dha Moovee

Transformers – Dha Moovee

Transformers! Well, I can’t wait to see this movie…so much so that I made this and put it in me phone!!!

Sux being in the “Cinemaless” land of Male’… Well, am sure the movie is going to be more than meets the eye! I drooled all over the trailer…hope it’s not a disguise for a totally crap movie. Transform and Roll OUT! When I grow up, I am going to be a Decepticon….

Also see Last Night, I Watched Transformer – The Movie

KL 07 – Gotta have Chicken Rice

One of my all time low budget but totally filling meals in KL, Chicken Rice with Teh-O-Ice Limau (Ice Lemon Tea). 

The spread….

 

Chicken and Chicken….with super hot spice sauce thing and super tasteless chicken stock soup thing….

 

Super close up of the fowl creature which is gonna be fouling my insides soon, and my toilet bowl later…

 

And this, my friends, is a salad…Chicken FEET salad! Not the drumstick or the thighs, I’m talking the three toed appendage at the end of the drumstick…yess! CHICKEN FEET! Here’s a leg up - tastes like young squid with a slight crunch to it’s texture…I’m sure this chicken didn’t have both its feet firmly planted on the ground, as it tasted heavenly.  

 

Washed down with the quintessential and totally refreshing in a tropical climate drink – Teh-O-Ice Limau…Ice Lemon Tea…which fit the scrumptous meal right down to a T, if indeed I must, dot the i’s and cross the t’s. Burp.

Also check KL – 07 Food I and KL – 07 Tom Yum Yum

An Adobastract Ludge

I was bored … and boredom wells insanity …  and pointlessness …

I Love You – Just As You Are

Galvanised to action by absolutezero’s posting on “Love Actually Is…“, I rummaged my hard drive to find this nugget which I had preserved from a book I read, that had struck a DONG in me about what love meant.

Which was the truth, and quite unexpectedly prompted him to answer that unspoken question he had earlier avoided: “I love you-just as you are.”

It was, he realized, an honest declaration or, at least, as honest as he was capable, of. He was not sure precisely what love was, but if it meant such feelings as he entertained at the thought of losing her to another, or seeing her each day knowing he could not have her, then, yes, he loved her. If it meant this exhilaration he felt holding her, at the thought of their being together nightly, then, yes, he loved her. But if it meant staying with her, both their lives lived out as servants…indentured until death freed them, then – he must admit – he was not sure. He could not forsake the dream of escape. He could not tell her that, nor yet feel confident of sharing his dream. The guilt he felt at that surprised him, and if such guilt was a part of love, then again yes, he loved her.

Exile’s Children by Angus Wells.

DONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGggggggggggg…………gGg……..!

KL 07 – Run Around 7 Malls & Markets in ONE Day

That’s what’s great’s about’s this’s city’s, KL’s! You can actually do that, do like a lot of shopping places in ONE DAY! (I did SEVEN) And all on Public Transport (No taxis, mind u) and some serious pavement pounding! What a rush, in all senses of the word!

1. Sungai Wang: Cool shopping mall right smack in the middle of the city. This is just outside the place, and there behind is the KL Tower. The tower actually stands HIGHER than the Petronas Twin Towers, coz, umm, it cheated (Built on a hill). I like Sungai Wang coz so cool mah! Can get anything there, for cool prices!

Things Bought: 2 Jeans, 1 Cargo Pants, 1 T-Shirt, 1 Karuga Alhaa Ethi.

2. Low Yat Plaza, is nearby, the Computer haven. I went there and…

Things Bought: 1 External Hard Drive 160GB, 1 USB Hub, 1 Headphones, 1 Bluetooth Dongle, 1 DVD Bundle

 

3. Berjaya Times Square: Big big big big big big MALL! Nothing much inside except IMAX Theatre (is that what it’s called?) and amoosmant park, therefore…

Things Bought: Zilch

 

Walk walk walk, by this place which is an old jail place or something. Cud’t stop to gaze, must rush rush!

 

Take LRT (monorail) or LineaR Tech as I like to call them, cross over bridges with cars bristling underneath…to end up in;

 

4. Sogo: Another excellent nice mall, though bit pricey.

Things Bought: Barbie Clothes Set (for my niece) and Spiderman 3 Farugaalu foshi and related items (for my nephew)

 

5. Masjed Jamek: The India Town of KL, has been vastly revamped since I last visited, and looks very pro! Not so markety, more shoppingy!

Things Bought: TWENTY Burugaas for my dear Maama, (Maamsee) Explicit Warning from Maamsee: No Orange Please!

 

More walking! Pass by Masjed Jamek Mosque! It rests on top (ok exaggeration) of water..right in the middle of a river thing.

 

6. Central Market: The traditional, cultural market. All batiks and handicraft and practical arts stuff! I went there to get some second hand books, but the damned place had undergone refurbishing and now all books are not so second hand cheap! AAARGH! And thus…

Things Bought: Na-da!

 

More walking…on the colourful and exciting and busy streets! I would now like to kurahaa your attention to the yellowish building at the back…(snicker)…(sorry)…(chuckle)…(apologies)…(MUAHAHAH)…..(mortified).

 

7. Petaling Street: My final stop! The China Town of KL. The entire squished street is lined and double lined and hemmed in with stalls and stalls, all selling delightfully cheap and FAKE “original items, Boss! See for yourself one!”

Things Bought: 1 Jeans, 1 Adidas sneaker (snicker), 1 Puma snicker (sneaker!?!?!), 4 Black Ganjufaraas (1 with Superman Logo, 1 Thundercats, 1 DECEPTICONS and 1 Che Guevara (?))

 

Thank you Sayang so much for accompanying me one! I so much the appreciate one! Haiyerrrr why you cannot walk more one? Feet macam sotong gila eezeet? Boleh Meh? Boleh LAH! MISS U!

Also see….KL 07 – II, & KL 07 – I.