One Day Holiday - Zee Délicieuse Miss Avi
*One Day Holiday is an unscheduled, published-whenever-I-feel-like-it column for Hafeez, a resident blogger for this blog. This column is centered mostly around music and random stuff that ranges from the coherent to the absolutely absurd.
Perhaps as random as my thoughts are going to be in this blog, it is reckon-able for me to keep track of all my thunderous blundering globs of meticulously unrefined train of thoughts I call rubbish words. Rubbish words it is because I find that with each passing day, I find my words to grow more unreliable and more more more idiotic. Like Rapid KL - lots of promise when they first rolled the wheel, many years down the well-traveled road and they are all a huge metallic piece of junk. As if I use Rapid KL anymore these days now that I have a car.
Talking about car reminds me of the impending doom of trudging lengthily down a third of the length of the North-South highway this coming Friday, or Saturday. (Exhales heavily) The Eid Mubarak used to be such a momentous occasion that calls for a jolly celebration. Like really jolly kind of celebration. That was then when Eid Mubarak means going to relatives and friends' houses, eating fancy foods and drink hyper-sweetened colored drinks, and getting that single most valuable piece of envelope of all - duit raya. That was then when I get to travel every single course of road available throughout Peninsula Malaysia, passing through green hills and breathtaking forests and enchanting little towns and hamlets while sitting in the passenger seat, all safe and snug and sound and comfortable, oblivious about fuel and tolls and driving, without any care towards the world. Haah, childhood is awesome.
Now though, I am dreading upon the idea that I will have to do the driving all 3 million miles from South (no, not really. I think it is more of being north of the south) to North. 8 hours, several toll booths, possibly 3 times refuelling pitstop, and a prospect of marvelous boredom of having my sister as co-pilot and the blaring absence of an FM stereo. I have been thinking of fitting my car with a CD player but considering that a full service (a must before any long 'balik kampung' exodus) and a tire change will in total cost me a fortune, an arm, a leg, and RM600 on bills, the idea is no longer a plausible one. Even bigger a waste because I have been thinking of popping Zee Avi's not that new anymore debut release into my brand new CD player while charging up the PLUS to Alor Star (or Alor Staq, depending on your point of view).
In my old deleted blog, in my review of the album, I couldn't make up my mind because it coincides with my listening to Mastodon's Crack the Skye, the album that I officially hold as the best album of the year 2009 so far. The jarring differences in quality (of the material delivered) between the two albums are too much that I cannot allocate listening to both at the same time. Mastodon punches me in my face, kicked me in my stomach and my nether region, dropped a tonne load of bricks onto me, and burned me alive, and I thank them gratefully. I have never listened to an album that is so intense, so powerful, so over-bearing, it was God-mighty awesome.
Alas, that was Mastodon. So Zee Avi... again. Hopefully I'll be able to listen to the album with a clear head and a clear conscience. (During this Raya break) Maybe Raya will be slightly cheerful to the fun-derful giddy hopscotch of a ukelele-wielding star-in-the-making Sarawakian. Maybe Raya will be a bit meaningful with 'Kantoi' cheering my empty wallet up. Hopefully because right now I'm still listening to the album that crushed me to death.
*One Day Holiday is an unscheduled, published-whenever-I-feel-like-it column for Hafeez, a resident blogger for this blog. This column is centered mostly around music and random stuff that ranges from the coherent to the absolutely absurd.
Perhaps as random as my thoughts are going to be in this blog, it is reckon-able for me to keep track of all my thunderous blundering globs of meticulously unrefined train of thoughts I call rubbish words. Rubbish words it is because I find that with each passing day, I find my words to grow more unreliable and more more more idiotic. Like Rapid KL - lots of promise when they first rolled the wheel, many years down the well-traveled road and they are all a huge metallic piece of junk. As if I use Rapid KL anymore these days now that I have a car.
Talking about car reminds me of the impending doom of trudging lengthily down a third of the length of the North-South highway this coming Friday, or Saturday. (Exhales heavily) The Eid Mubarak used to be such a momentous occasion that calls for a jolly celebration. Like really jolly kind of celebration. That was then when Eid Mubarak means going to relatives and friends' houses, eating fancy foods and drink hyper-sweetened colored drinks, and getting that single most valuable piece of envelope of all - duit raya. That was then when I get to travel every single course of road available throughout Peninsula Malaysia, passing through green hills and breathtaking forests and enchanting little towns and hamlets while sitting in the passenger seat, all safe and snug and sound and comfortable, oblivious about fuel and tolls and driving, without any care towards the world. Haah, childhood is awesome.
Now though, I am dreading upon the idea that I will have to do the driving all 3 million miles from South (no, not really. I think it is more of being north of the south) to North. 8 hours, several toll booths, possibly 3 times refuelling pitstop, and a prospect of marvelous boredom of having my sister as co-pilot and the blaring absence of an FM stereo. I have been thinking of fitting my car with a CD player but considering that a full service (a must before any long 'balik kampung' exodus) and a tire change will in total cost me a fortune, an arm, a leg, and RM600 on bills, the idea is no longer a plausible one. Even bigger a waste because I have been thinking of popping Zee Avi's not that new anymore debut release into my brand new CD player while charging up the PLUS to Alor Star (or Alor Staq, depending on your point of view).
In my old deleted blog, in my review of the album, I couldn't make up my mind because it coincides with my listening to Mastodon's Crack the Skye, the album that I officially hold as the best album of the year 2009 so far. The jarring differences in quality (of the material delivered) between the two albums are too much that I cannot allocate listening to both at the same time. Mastodon punches me in my face, kicked me in my stomach and my nether region, dropped a tonne load of bricks onto me, and burned me alive, and I thank them gratefully. I have never listened to an album that is so intense, so powerful, so over-bearing, it was God-mighty awesome.
Alas, that was Mastodon. So Zee Avi... again. Hopefully I'll be able to listen to the album with a clear head and a clear conscience. (During this Raya break) Maybe Raya will be slightly cheerful to the fun-derful giddy hopscotch of a ukelele-wielding star-in-the-making Sarawakian. Maybe Raya will be a bit meaningful with 'Kantoi' cheering my empty wallet up. Hopefully because right now I'm still listening to the album that crushed me to death.
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