"Yan, kau ni macam heavy metal sesat uh"


That was what is said to me yesterday by our resident Pakistani, Din

kind of an oxymoron issn't it? I meant the comment, not Din

A fan of heavy metal is often seen as someone who differs from the norm, not part of the mainstream or to put it bluntly, sesat or lost.

So to call a heavy metal fan who is already seen as sesat, sesat again, negates the meaning cos well, he's already sesat

But I agree with that comment actually


A metalhead-punkrocker who's pretty much into nasyid and had just dragged the whole group to Musatafa Center yesterday because he wants to buy some Islamic books.

A big contradiction there issnt it?


I wonder how many times have people looked at the way I dressed ( most of my shirts are band tees which is mostly black) and see me as those hardcore types who pretty much don't hold too much to religion but more to my ideals. Some have even gone the length to have seen me as an emo fuck. WTF?!

I must agree though. The way I dressed leaves alot to be desired by the way I actually am

One way to see is through the playlist in my mp3 itself.

Many people are surprised by it, especially those friends of mine who have known me to be a true-blue punkrocker and the harbinger of punk rock and is used to scrolling through my playlist and seeing only punk rock or metal in it

Its always nice to see their surprise when they scroll through my playlist NOW and they went...HAH?? NASYID?? SEJAK BILER KAU DENGAR NASYID??

LOL

Truth is, I've always listened to nasyid since last time. Even when I was dominantly punkrock, I never did stop listening to nasyid.

So people, I'm not just a Punkrocking, metal-loving Spartan.

I'm a Punkrocking, metal-loving, nasyid-banging Spartan!!

Whatever that means.



So anyway, yesterday had a blast.

Went to Mustafa Center with Ahlina, Rohani, Mahirah, Din, Faan, Wak, Wan, Rasyid and Hilmi.
Din drove us there in bapak Wan's van. Crowded, yes.

Kinda like some illegal Bangladeshi immigrant wanting to go to Mustafa Center.
Like Faan said to Din : "Uncle, you bring us to border, I give you 10 dollars!"

Singing songs along the way. Actually its only one song, thats on repeat throughout the journey.
Actually its been on repeat ever since at MLS. Its been repeated so often that Faan memorised the lyrics already just by the sheer number of times he heard that song.

Reached there in like...15 minutes? Of course fast, Din's the driver, what do you expect. The Pakistani who could put Michael Schumacher out of F1. Wait, Schumacher is already out of F1..ermms..kie..

So moving on, reached there and straight away proceeded to Mustafa Center. Along the way, got a message from someone that made me smile like an idiot and all the more eager to go to Mustafa. heee~

Senses on alert (eyes especially. hee), we went straight up to the books section, leaving Ahlina and Wak downstairs in the chocolate section. Chocolate tak abes-abes..sheessh

Spent like...hmmms, 1 or close to 2 hours at the books section. Even had a mini Taman Ilmu section there. Dah macam library gitu kiter buat tempat tu. And yeah, thanks alot to Rohani and Ahlina for helping me choose which book to buy. (=

After we finally left that place, it was close to 10 already if I'm not wrong. Went to a nearby restaurant to have our long-awaited dinner. Hilmi and I sat with the girls cos the so-called "abang-abang" table have no space left. Takper, that table full of carbon monoxide. keke

I have no idea why, but the girls said I was abit too high today. Kept on saying that they cant eat cos they were laughing too much. High on what? hell if I know. But I have to admit, I was feeling kinda good that day, happy semacam ntah knaper.

As soon as they said that, received a message again, which made me once again smile like an idiot. When they asked, I just said : "Happy eh? Haha, ntah ehhh..lets just say uh, if God wants to make me a happier man today, I'll get to see someone *grins widely sampai bole nampak sayur terselit kat gigi*"
They just went...OooOOooOOooOOooOOoo -_-!!
keke

So we trudged off to the van for our journey home, me keeping my eyes on alert.
As we walked past one of the restaurants, I saw her
from AFAR.
heeee~

When get closer, I was assured. Yes, that IS her.
WOoooooOOooOO~
Smiled at her and waved..she smiled back but I didnt manage to see her wave back. Faan said she did though. He was behind me with Rohani and Ahlina. But its okie, at least I managed to see her smile. heeeeeeeeeee~

So throughout the journey, the girls, mainly Rohani and Ahlina kept at it, disturbing me. Orang nak dengar lagu pun susah. Peh. Din sent us home, sending the east guys first. Reached my house at around 12 or so. Dad don't really mind cos I'm with Din. But I think if he sees how Din drive, he will mind. A LOT.

So anyways, going to Cakap Pasal Remaja at Ghufran after this. And InsyaAllah if sempat, will rush down to NUS to watch the bahas. Heard that that someone is going there also, so InsyaAllah, kalau rezeki LAGIK...get to see again. keke. kie stop pushing it Sufyan.



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