One day late, but still a nice song.

How do I ever write a song like?

A will is something people write in preparation for their death; to decide who to give what to.

And so here’s my mini will (with whatever I have). Changes might occur though, as life goes on, and as I make more friends (or lose them), or discover more family members I didn’t know I had.

My savings: My family? Only they have access to my bank accounts, investments, insurance whatsoever.

My car: Someone who needs it. Joash perhaps?

The keyboard (Ingrid): Foursquare Gospel Church. They need a keyboard (for now). If not, maybe Charis would like to take care of her?

The guitar (Jane): Break her during a Coldplay gig. She’s meant to leave this world in the biggest, grandest most majestic way possible. I also believe she can’t survive alone in this world without me.

The bass (Katerina): Sam. He always wanted a cheap good bass. Here you go!

My camera: PG165. At least they would have an official camera now.

The CD collection: This has to go to Michelle. You’re one of the few people I know who likes Radiohead, Coldplay, Arctic Monkeys, & many other weird stuff all at the same time (Including that I Like You Better When You’re ***** song - Thanks for the intro.)

Starscream G1 toy: This is for you holmes. Even though you ditched me by getting hitched, I’m still giving you this so you can simulate battles with your Optimus Prime.

Bumblebee G1 toy: Macha (VJ), this is for you mate. I’m reminded of your Volkswagen everytime I see it.

Predator figurine: NZX, I’m giving this to you because he reminds me of you: Big, strong, & ugly.

R2-D2 cookie jar: Audrey & Mel: If I haven’t given you a house warming gift then, this will be it. Eat more, girls.

My clothes: This is to be distributed evenly to all final year students that I know of. Believe me - You’ll save a chunk when you start work. One lucky person will even get my cuff links!

That’ it - THAT really is all that I have.

There’s only 2 more items whom I don’t know who to delegate to:
Optimus Prime Movie toy: This is in mint condition. I’ve kept the box too!

My books: This is wide - From John Grisham, to various economic books, and even my all time favorite, Catch-22. Wonder who will take them.

Now, that’s really all that I have. Easy-peasy! No tough delegation choices needed.

Pork and Beans - Best Video! -Gamerock6527 - Funny bloopers are a click away

I love Weezer! I love Rivers Cuomo (in a respectful way of course)!

Let’s have some pork and beans!

3 nights ago, I had a dream.

Not really a nightmare, because I didn’t wake up terrified.

I was at this beautiful place; it was a grassland, and there was a house in the middle of it.

Something like this:

A lot of my good friends were there, walking around, having a good time chatting, eating some food.

I walked through the entrance of the old house, and realized what I was here for.

A man came up to me and said:

“Are you ready? I’ll give you a few minutes.”

I was supposed to die - An execution by a firing squad, Nicolae Ceauşescu style.

The thing is, I didn’t seem to panic at all - It was as though I was prepared for it. And the worst part is, I didn’t know what crime did I commit to deserve such a fate.

As I was walking around taking it all in, most of my friends at that place didn’t know I was gonna meet my Maker, except for a handful. Most of them saw me and smiled saying stuff like:

“Hey, you ok?”, “How you doing mate?”

Most of them didn’t know.

The only thing that went through my calm mind was unaccomplishment. The thought of so many things I haven’t done in my life, so many ambitions unfulfilled.

And I walked over to the guns.

Then, I woke up.

Most of my dreams usually involved me falling from bicycles, and when I wake up, I’ll know it was all a dream. But this was different.

I woke up feeling shaken, with the realization that everything that just happened was a dream settling in about 1 minute later (possibly due to me being a little groggy in the morning).

My one & only thought now is that if the scenario in my dream ever comes true, I don’t want to have the feeling that I had in my dream. I want to be ready to go.

I want to be fully without regret.

It’s time to get started with The List.

Something by Radiohead about the middle of this year.

Reflect.

There was once where I didn’t know what it was like to play for a wedding - Especially someone’s wedding march.

A wedding happens only once in a lifetime (usually, for normal God fearing Christians), and hence, you wouldn’t want to screw up their wedding march.

What’s worse than that? Screwing up your good friend’s sister’s wedding march (Actually, she’s a friend too. :P)

The couple will hate me for life!

10 years down the road, during my wedding march (if I have one), they’ll stand up, and most likely ruin it by saying things like:

“Remember what you did on OUR wedding?” *Holds big huge python in hand, ready to throw it to the crowd.

or

“You! You don’t love her!”

or kidnapping the wedding band on that day, and replacing them with Foo Fighters.

Then again, I wouldn’t mind them being my wedding band.

So, to cut a long story short, all went well, I guess. I didn’t screw up, nor go all Maksim at the reception.

Only one thing - Up ’til this day, I can’t find a tie that matches that shirt!

And he won.

Now let’s just hope he turns things around in the USA, then the world.

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From today onwards, every Thursday is Tubing Thursday day!

Very straightforward - I’ll be putting up 1 video every Thursday. It could be interesting, funny, impactful, or just plain stupid.

And in conjunction with election fever, here’s something that might bring you back to the beginning of this year - Something by will.i.am.

Yes we can.

And since it’s the 1st time I’m doing this, here’s a bonus video. Watch and have a good laugh.

Hi kids,

Today I’m gonna tell you a story so amazing it’ll have you in stitches by the end I’m done with it. I know it had some of my friends laughing like a madman.

I’m gonna tell you a story about how I completed no. 34 of The List - Get myself chased by the police.

One Saturday morning I was down in Melaka, and decided to drop by NZX’s place, then go off for breakfast. He decided to take PG165 - Without helmets.

His comment?

“This is Malaysia!”

After breakfast, we decided to head back to his apartment. That’s when it all started.

NZX’s 1st reaction?

“Oh s***!”

And he took a quick left turn. And another turn. And another turn.

Basically, he made sharp turns at every single junction available. The reason simply being the police were on our trail! And they have started to sound the horn! (No sirens though. Darn!)

This went on until NZX made a move straight out of Hollywood. He turned into a lane where there was enough space for the bike, but not the police car, due to another car blocking the way.

As if that wasn’t enough, we took another turn into some back lane of a row of houses where the road was covered with grass, bumps & broken concrete. To the extent the weight of the bike with both of us on it couldn’t get over a slab of concrete.

We got off the bike and started running, with NZX trying hard to push the bike. It’s becoming like Prison Break Season 2!

We decided to stop running, take a breather, and continue on the journey back to the apartment. Took to the streets, made sure no cops were around, and on our way we went.

We were free! Or so we thought.

We’re only less than 1 minute , & 1 junction away from ‘home’! We made that last turn, lo & behold! The SAME police car was there.

This time we stopped, and the police came over to us & asked:

“Mengapa tadi lari?”

The rest, as they say, was history.

And the moral of the story? You can run, but you can’t hide.

I hope the pictures & my mediocre explanation managed to tickle your neural senses.

And that’s how I managed to cross no. 34 off The List.