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a rustic analysis*
bo leh*
buat donno*
jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
jingling nona*
many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*

an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*

halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
hanoi - in search of the pain-in-the-arse ice cream and other stories in between*
sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
moomoo vista* [pt 2]
moomoo vista* [pt 3]
ah moy in paris* [pt 1]

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I feel extremely happy today. To be precise, I feel on top of the world! I have finally found someone who actually made me feel 'ignorant' about British music and music in general. Gosh, call me sadistic but I feel great to be challenged like that.

See, this corridor conversation between this colleague and myself started innocently from my asking what sort of music he listens to. "Everything", he responded. Then it ignited to a tongue lashing session on band names; their famous songs, not so famous songs, and our favourite songs. The one-hit wonders etcetera. Nik Kershaw, Howard Jones, Hootie and the Blowfish, James, Paul Young, CCR, Grateful Dead, Beth Orton, Heaven 17, Ryan Adams, The Smiths, Talking Heads, Travis, The Beautiful South, The Housemartins, Chaka Demus & The Pliers, Tears For Fears, The Boomtown Rats, Wang Chung, A Flock Of Seagulls, Death Cab For Cutie, Adam Ant, Morrissey...and get this! The Travelling Wilburys.

Ooh, the list went on and on.

It seemed to me I have found myself a walking and talking British music I-Pod! I marvel at this discovery. I was literally drunk, intoxicated with anticipation of the many songs I can now own too!

And if that was not enough, AJ threw me a challenge.

"Name me any song you want. You can bet your last dollar I have it!"

Being a sucker for challenge, I thought hard and long.

"C'mon girl. I haven't got all day! Ha ha ha". Swine!

Then, all of a sudden, the bulb lit. And it shines so brightly.

"Hah! I've got one! Prepare to DIE!!!" And I gave an evil laugh.

"What?". I swear I was grinning like the cat in Alice In Wonderland, from earlobe to earlobe. "Come on then, give it to me", he mocked.

"Sigue Sigue Sputnik!"


"Haah! But of course, Love Missile F1-11!"

Aaaaarrrrggghhhh! I can't believe it. This is amazing! This is the first person, in nearly a decade, whom has heard of Sputnik. And like icing in the cake, he has the song in his collection too.

Wah liau! Beh tahan, I tell u.

So yes, today I am the proud owner of 'Love Missile F1-11'. One amazing and silly song, which reached the #1 spot in Top Of The Pops back in the late 80's.

People always worry if they sound or act cheap. Fret not; I am cheaper!

Just one song and I feel like a million bucks.
I'm contented.

February 13, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:10 am