The Chronicles of Faisal Abdul Latif

I survived!! Hell yeah!

Will I survive this?

Fear..

A chilling sense of fear propagates within these four walls, as I feel it coming closer. I could hear it all… the voices inside my head… the voices of regret, guilt, and fear.. ringing within the corners of this pandemonic state of perplexion.

With every moment passing, the heart beats ever faster. With every heartbeat passing, the coldness lingers on…. every heartbeat is one step closer to my last.

As the moments pass, approaching the border border … the purgatory between madness and sanity.. the mind starts to wander. Back. Back to where it all began. The throes and agonies of how this came to be.

Spiralling into dementia, the purgatory starts to distance itself…. is this how madness feels?

In my final effort to get my feet back on the ground, I gather all the fragments of my sanity still remaining… whatever i have of my former self. I may yet survive this. That ominous light at the end of the tunnel may yet be what I have been searching for after all.

A bright sensation suddenly emanates from within. Hope. Faith. Belief. Why turn back now? This far have i ventured. Until the defining moment arrives, when judgement has taken its place, no, I will not look back. I will break free of these shackles!

I may yet survive this..

G’day friends…

It’s been almost 3 months since the last blog entry. This is mostly due to lack of internet resources at home and the office, as well as Friendster’s annoying and buggy interface.

Looking back…. a lot can happen in 3 months. The good, the bad, the ugly, the catastrophic.

I finally got my internet running, which is awesome.

End transmission.

First off…. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all friends and hobbits out there!! (especially the Muslim hobbits.. they’re alright)

Thus once again, the day of forgiveness has arrived upon us. More than anything else, it’s a day full of emotion and spirit. There’s a meaning deep underneath those moments we shake hands and exchange raya and forgiveness greetings with our dear ones.. a feeling of apology, gratitude and warnth.

Despite being miles away from home, the spirit doesn’t die just yet here in Sydney, Australia. The open houses, the children playing, the fireworks, the food, the adventure… Home may be far in the sight of our eyes, but it’s moments like these that bring home closer to our hearts. And all that "maaf zahir dan batin" stuff… it’s all good.

But of course, should all be right in this world, there shouldn’t be a need for Eid-ul-Fitr to be a day of forgiveness. We should all learn to forgive and forget, regardless of what time of the year it is. But the best thing is, on Hari Raya, when u ask for forgiveness from someone you really want to ask from, at least you don’t have to worry about it feeling awkward. Haha. Sometimes we do don’t we? Imagine a buddy comes up to you on any random day while you’re having your fried chicken, and he says "sorry for everything dude". That does feel a bit odd.. it’s cool, but it’s… ntah.. susah nak cakap.

So, in hopes of not sparking any hints of awkwardness, with all my heart I would like to take this opportunity to say… maaf zahir and batin… to all my dear friends out there. Harap ampun atas segala kesilapan. Selamat Hari Raya to you all!! Assalamualaikum!!

Everyone has their favourite bands, but we never really ever stop to think about your most HATED band in the world? Well, yesterday I made a personal discovery that is about to change that notion, forevermore, forevermore.

There is this band, called "Sun 0)))". Pretty clever name when you think about it, which is about the only thing that is remotely interesting about this desolate, idiotic band. Their songs consists of guitars and bass… which … crap man, I don’t know how to describe it. It’s the same monotone noise again and again, which any 4 year old could have wrote, while watching Transformers on the tele. Sun 0))) creates the worst music in the world (that is asuming that it should even be considered music). Seriously, what were these guys thinking when they made this music?

OH wait a minute… they weren’t thinking.

Some reviews classify this music as ‘drone music’. Drone. It’s low frequency repetitive noise, supposed to be listened to when you’re.. erm… how should I put it.. not very sober. Or intoxicated by, er, recreational, pharmaceuticals. But it’s so bad, I can feel my brain cells dying just listening to Sun 0))). Seriously guys, go and find songs from Sun 0)))… download them.. or buy them… LISTEN to them. The music will be the next best thing after Engineering assignments that would make you want to smash your Computer into pieces.

Hmm….

Which lands me in my next train of thought. When people read comments like these, it is likely that they will think "wow… the way this guy describes it is it must be absolutely horrible! I have to give it a listen". And then people will start buying their CD’s.. and in the end Sun 0))) actually makes money.

Now, this makes for an interesting Conspiracy Theory. Maybe Sun0))) isn’t really making music at all. They deliberately make annoying noises, just to produce hateful comments. Then people read about it, and they get curious and start buying Sun 0)))’s CDs. And thus, Sun0))) makes money. In the long term, more people make negative comments, and everyone in the world has heard of them. It’s a reverse-marketing ploy, which ultimately lands in a wholely successful marketing scheme!! Curiousity based marketing!! Hatred-based marketing!! Brilliant!!! NOW WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT?!

I take that back… Sun0))) are brilliant. I salute you, Sun0))), you are ingenious businessman in every sense of the word.

Today, 7.55am, the Malaysian Prime Minister’s wife, Datin Seri Endon Mahmood, passed away today at Sri Perdana, the PM’s official residence in Putrajaya, after a long battle with cancer.

Innalillah…. My deepest heartfelt condolences. Semoga roh beliau dicucuri rahmat.

News of someone’s passing always manages to stir up a feeling of introspect and loss inside oneself. Will we be ready when the moment arrives? To be judged on our past actions? Death should be a reminder to us all… to appreciate the time we have..

Quote - "Kalau kau nak buat cerita pun, agak agak lah" - (Zulhelmie, 2005) Comments after i told him about the story of my car.

After speaking to countless people and listening to their countless theories, i have managed to filter the final few most ’sensible’ probability of what actually happened.

Our friend was eating black pepper steak. No, really, it must have been steak. Why not fried chicken, or beef kebabs you might ask? Well, steak requires the skill of using both hands simulteneously, while paying attention to your steak, so that you get a nice juicy peace of meeat. With fried chicken, you only need one hand, and you don’t need to pay attention to the chicken, it’s easy to just munch it in. When your hands are full and your eyes and mind are fully concentrated on eating steak, now, that’s where cars get involved in accidents. Why black pepper? Because he sneezed while reversing, causing him to completely lose attention to reversing whatsoever, and thus hit someone else’s car.

I’ve ruled out the possibility of ‘hot chicks’ being at the side of the road while he was reversing, hence causing his lack of concentration. This is because I fail to see the logic of the presence of hot chicks in a not-very-well lit area at about 12.30am.

No, he can’t be drunk. He’s a police officer for crying out loud. I’m giving him the benefit of doubt. Let’s be nice.

Come to think of it.. i fail to see the logic of a policeman eating steak in his car at 12.30am. While on duty. While reversing.

Bah, i don’t care. The important thing is, we all don’t know what really happened. Dammit. I’m sticking to my steak theory.

What if a police officer comes up and pulls me over because my front lights are damaged? What if his name is Downing? I can just imagine:

"G’day Officer, is something wrong?"
"I pulled you over because your front lights are damaged. What happened?"
"Yeah, apparently one of your dudes, a policeman, reversed into my car really hard while it was parked. Dumbass."
"Oh……" (attempts to hide his nametag)
"Say, you don’t happen to know a guy named Downing, do you? Constable, Downing?"
(pauses for a minute, putting his nametag in pocket)… "No, never heard of him"
"But the nametag you just hid in your pocketsays "Downing" on it?"
"No it doesn’t"
"Oh, so you’re in denial now?"
"Shut up. At least my front lights are working"
"Well, that’s because you aren’t a victim of dumb policemen"

Downing breaks down.

OOooohhh… imagine that! Shot to the heart!!

October 6th, 2005
Back from tarawih prayer -2130 hours. Parked my car outside the apartment on the side of the road. Perfectly legal. No other cars there. Fair enough. Life’s good.
Three hours later, a housemate just got back home, somewhat panicked, telling me to go downstairs immediately, saying my car, the MetalMobile, was just hit and pretty badly damaged, and there were police cars nearby. Gasp. Here we go..
The police were gone when i was there, only for me to discover that the front part of the MetalMobile was badly damaged… someone reversed into it… Great Scott! On the wiper, there is a small card by the police, saying i’m sort of.. a ‘victim’ of crime or something. So i ring those dudes up, asking what the hell happened.
Brace yourselves.
Apparently, one of the policemen reversed in the MetalMobile. Hahaha! IDIOT!!
Yes, my friends, apparently, policemen can be very stupid. For purposes of respect to the men who serve, i will not attempt to reveal the name of that dumb officer in this blog post. However, i will give 2 hints. Hint #1: He is of rank "Constable". Hint #2 : There is a small possibility, that out of all that rage, that I might have mentioned his name somewhere. (ed - Sorry about that, Downing.)

Ok here was the situation : it’s a quiet road, and no other cars are parked on that road, except for this one WHITE car. The road has 2 lanes, but is more than big enough to fit in 3 cars. How on Earth a person, let alone a government officer trained to serve the law, would miss the car, is just simlpy over me. Seriously mates, you wouldn’t even hit that poor little white car even if you TRIED.

But then again, let’s be fair and rationalize the situation. I surveyed the situation on all parts, and asked opinions from various other people on what they think happened. Approximately 15% of the people Surveyed said the police was "on pursuit chasing a criminal", that’s when he hit my car by accident. Another 30% said that the policeman is ’stupid’. The remaining minority honestly said that the policeman is a "freaking idiot".

So i shall attempt to ask more people, in a quest to obtain more answers. Meanwhile, dear friends, tell me what you think? What do you think actually happened? Help me rationalize this abysmal act of idiocy and carelessness!

Greetings to Nadia, fellow friends, halflings, droids, ill-tempered-mutated sea bass, tropical carnivorous denizens of the Amazon, Constable Downing, and ..er, other friends.
This blog will be dedicated to describing the ultimate sengality that is life - the irony, the humour, the paradox, and lain lain yang sewaktu dengannya. The idea came up because of this incident that happened two nights ago (which i will tell u all in my next post).
Upon completion of this first post, marks my first ever time creating a Blog. Ahh now now, no need to get all sentimental now, mate. Sniff. Here’s a cleanex. Huh, what? A Cleanex? Yeah, it’s pretty absorbent. Scottex is alright too, but oh what the heck, gimme a cleanex.

Damn marketing.