inferiority complex thy suffer…

I could not help it. My mind impulsively broke into this P Ramlee song whenever i heard the word Lepok mentioned.

" ~lalalalalalaa…( ting ting ting) Pok, Pok, Pok,Poook~, Bujanglah  Lepok, Ada mancis tak ada rokok …"( grainy pictures of P.ramlee, Ibrahim Din and A.R Tompel doing the hikky dance playing in mind )

So whats with me and the Lepok thingy? Its Lepok, Lepok the waterfall.Lata lepok in Ulu langat.

Just one of our series of trekking ventures after conquering Bukit Tabur and Sungai Chilling. Mr Tan would not come so Kourosh lead the way with an Ipod in hand.Blessed with great weather,we made our way to the top of the waterfall in approximately 2 hours.Thinking that we might have to cross rivers, i opted to wear sandals instead as opposed to sport shoes. I left them at home anyway, so i havent got much choice, have i?

Personally, this trek is more slippery, with red earth and muds suggesting an infestion of leeches.Its amazing , wearing sandals and all that i’m not even bitten by one.Joyce articulated that my blood type must be a B.

"Leeches hate B blood types"- reasoned Joyce in a supposedly serious tone. Theres still much to be backed up with a more scientific explanation.

Upon reaching our destination, our excitement was somewhat marred by another big group of trekkers already settling down and crowding the place.Aiseyman, i want the whole place by myself!

Suddenly, in the background came shouts " Aohohoohaaah!!!!!"

Oh,dont you mind that Mr Varga, thats just kouroush sliding on the waterfall, the crashing water as the slide.Thats his third time by the way.

Its a lata. Not a full fledged waterfall, where the water falls at a right angle ( 90 degrees ). The water flows at a 45 degree angle thus we could afford to act like we’re in Sunway Lagoon.

The highlight of the trek must be running down with Nisita, Dennis, Kourush and Amir on the way back. I have my own reasons, its already 4 o’clock, and i havent performed my Zohor yet.That puts running into perspective.Along the way, i went " ouch, ouch, ouch " because of newly formed blister under both side of my feet.Dont ask how did i get them. Hint : Sandals

Driving home, it was all to be expected that we’re going to stuck in a jam at Federal Highway.My watch reads 5.30 p.m and its raining heavily. After a KFC dinner with Jay, Joyce and Dennis,i was finally back home safe and sound.

Read Mr Varga’s account of the lepok waterfall experience

my geometry lecturer at lepok

P/sThe writer refused to tell the story where their car, THE ONLY CAR, got lost  on the way while others were blissfully eating nasi lemak due to potential embarassment

Time: After subuh.Just had first ever sahur this year. Thank You Mom.

Great. This is just great.

Its the eve of Ramadhan and I’m down with a fever.My productive plan of optimising the weekends dissipated in  front of my very eyes.My routine consisted  of  sleep, sleep, sleep and more sleep between occasional tending of a runny nose.

Sigh*

I pity my mom. Usually i helped her around with her usual weekend spring cleaning but this time i could just watch.Any contact with the dust will trigger a sniper induced sneezing fit.Forget about my first terawih at a nearby surau.There was simply no way i’m making myself look like i’m  advocating the ‘germ speading mission’ armed with Bugs Bunny tissue packets.Thus, I had to stay back at home instead. Sheeeeeesh.

I guess all the negative energy had been pent up for a while  like a balloon and now shaking uncontrolllably to burst out.

Lets see what were the probable causes , shall we?

There’s the mid term marks, the Sahabat Annual Dinner, the upcoming Physics test, the confusing lab report, and Dr Gannon. Next in the line is the meeting with TNB’s personnel next week. Haiisy.( Searing Headache )

What r u doing here when ure supposed to be lying down on bed.?

Good question.

Blogging is different allright?. It should not be compared to other errands like doing homework, reading,physics revision which are all stress related.

Blogging is therapeutic. I find it a convenient outlet to channel all the bad aura where i can just go bollocks and write !#@#$$% without having a care in the world. Grammar police be damned.

See? My head feels even lighter now. Told ya therapy is good for you.

Okay, you got me. Its the aspirin my sister gave me.Lately she’s being very nice. In normal circumstances,we would be witnessed fighting about which song should be downloaded in the MP3. Not bad having a double eh? I think she missed me.Yelah, dah 3 minggu tak balik kan? ( I know ure cringing, aijud )

I hope this Ramadhan brings much more promise.Amiin.

P/s the writer cordially invites all her muslims friends for buka puasa at the Sunway cafe and terawih at SSD every Wednesday. Provided if you give donations.Or at least, tolong angkat barang.

Dont miss to drop by at our Bazaar Ramadhan held at the foyer!

gee.patriotik la sangat.

one thing to point. staying in the comforts of home is the most UN-patriotic thing to do during merdeka day. ( those who read yassin or doa selamat, good for you )

Honestly speaking, in true post-independence fashion,merdeka day to me is , just another day. It never qualifies as a day to look forward with anticipation like  Hari Raya. The best bit about Merdeka day is its a public holiday = no school = yay!.

Nevertheless, this noble day is also most capable of irking one’s  ire. Especially when our Merdeka day paraphernelias are of grainy sephiad documentaries narrated by a voice similar from  TV pendidikan amidst the military music soundtrack. Yo’re talking about a country who boast the Multimedia Super Corridor here, ladies and gentlemen.

I can stand parades.But i speak of loath towards celebrations in malls.Whatever crap they brag about patriotism is nothing more than a facade beneath the sugary commercialization.Celebrations are fine, just dont come up  with the tagline, " Show your patriotism, join the Merdeka bla bla bla… ".

The novelty had run off, but i still want to write about this. Last merdeka eve,  a grandiose countdown celebration on Merdeka eve was held in Sunway Lagoon . Lets just say i’m among the performers.Its been a jolly good experinece, since i have never took part in a performance of such a large scale berfore.
Of course, as performers, we’re  bound to have perks.( Think free rides and water slides )

Its a good show and boy, how i had i great time. Even the show surpasses my expectations,the whole affair started at 9.00 p.m sharp as printed on the promo pamphlet, a rare occasion in a place where delays and lateness is an ubiquitous culture. If the pamphlet says it started at 8, you can easily come at 9 and never miss anything.The VIP’s will ALWAYS be fashionably late.
But not here.

I’m practically itching to state my verdict that the show holds irony one too many. Lets focus one by one.

THE MEDIUM OF LANGUANGE.
Jakeman HItz.fm is the MC, so the whole show was conducted in English.
Which is ironic.
Its Merdeka Day.The Birth of Nationhood. Surely the Bahasa Kebangsaan is the spoken languange.
Evodently it was not the case here.
Some argue that its hosted by the Private Colleges Association, therefore English is the preferable languange.
I dont get this, so suddenly private colleges is not from Malaysia? Why couldnt they conduct the show bilinguallly? ( so that international students can have a clue of what we’re saying )

THE CROWD
The ratio between international students with malaysian students among the crowd is 50:50.
Seriously.
Which is perfectly understandable because why would All Malaysians go to Sunway to celebrate when they can go to KLCC instead to watch Mawi.
I could not contain my hilarity when Ferhad asks us to sing along few famous Malay songs with him but only few was commited, while others stared with blanked eyes
Ferhad, they dont know. Youre asking the Indonesians.
Merdeka day with the Indonesians.
How so funny.

THE SINGING AFTER COUNTDOWN.

Showing the true colours of a spoilt generation, it was a tad too sad to see only a handful memorises the lyrics for patriotic songs synonimous to our Nation. The Jalur Gemilang, Kerana mu Malaysia, and Tanggal 31.
The giant screen was on the opposite of the stage and when the singing part comes, everyone was turning to the projected lyrics on the screen. It was an awkward sight,seeing the VVIPs  were all waving the flags while looking at the crowds’ backs where by right,they  should be proudly looking at the beaming faces of the crowd.

memorable experiences aside, i dont feel more or less patriotic after the show.

p/s thank you TNB. kaching!! $$