Inside Tun M’s head

I find it hilarious that Tun M is actually blogging. A sneak peek in the mind of the man who ran the country for 22 years is always insightful, especially for the ones who lived under his rule for almost all our lives.

Though very deep, I am actually hoping that one fine day we can get a blog like so:

Hello World! Here’s what I did today: In the morning I terrorized Pak Lah again. Then I went to the Loaf (what a good investment that was!) and had my favourite meal of Curry with Bread.

Came back, checked all my comments (woo, 200+ comments) and had a nap. This blogging thing is fun.

Alamak, Hasmah told ran out of Milo. I better call Mukhriz to buy some before he comes over to help upload this post.

Hmm, it’s been awhile since I terrorized Anwar. Maybe I’ll go do that now. So far, today has been a good day. TTYL!

MM

Hee. Seriously though, go to Che Det’s blog. When else can we get this close to the man? Check out the About Me section on the left too. Now that’s an impressive resume.

Bugger all

Yesterday I went home from work the long way: Damansara-Bangsar-PJ-KL-Ampang-Gombak-Bandar Sri Damansara-Home.

There was no other reason other than I just wanted to listen to the iPod, loud and cutting. On a bad day, punishment by Feist & Sigur Ros seems like the best way to get over things.

Sonic Assault

1. Draw the curtains, dim the lights, settle into a comfy chair. 

2. Insert Hvarf/Heim into the player.

3. Press Play.

4. Get blown away.

Next to Radiohead, Sigur Rós is undeniably, 1 of the must-haves in your iPod. The acoustic set has a lighter, more delicate touch yet just as full-bodied and lush as the originals. A definate must have.

Warning: Will take your breath away.

Criminal

Two words: Bogged down.

Spending more than 18 hours at work (be it physically at the office or otherwise) should be against the law. I’m all for the 35(?) hour week law that the French passed.

Status check: brain feels heavy, body is sluggish and I feel like I’m coming down with something. I know it takes less muscles to smile than to frown but I don’t even have the energy for that.

I want to go home.

Paris 2005

Sunday morning,
On the bed two half-eaten croissants.
Sunday morning,
We’ll soon be out on the boulevards.