Month: October 2007

This is a classic. I remember driving down the road towards Winslow to see Jonathan Goosey, my coursemate. It was towards the end of summer, sun was still shining bright. Playing on the radio was this song by The Cars called Drive.

It’s a nice and haunting song, made famous a year later when they performed it during the Live Aid concert with images of Ethiopian starving refugees playing in the background.

Then when I watched Transformers, this song was featured again in one of the scenes where Sam Witwicky was trying to get Mikaela Banes into his car (Bumblebee). There is a certain memory attached to this movie. I shall not divulge that information here.

Here it is, people, The Cars with Drive:

Who’s gonna tell you when
It’s too late
Who’s gonna tell you things
Aren’t so great
You can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight

Who’s gonna pick you up
When you fall
Who’s gonna hang it up
When you call
Who’s gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Who’s gonna plug their ears
When you scream

You can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight

Who’s gonna hold you down
When you shake
Who’s gonna come around
When you break

You can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight

No you can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight

Datuk Dr Sam Abraham, a well-known paediatrician and social activist passed away at the age of 78 last Tuesday after a short battle with leukaemia. He served in the government sector for 30 years before opening up his own clinic.

Dr Abraham was the man who looked after me from when I was two, through when I was in my early primary school age. The last time I went to see him was when I obtained a medical history on myself prior to being admitted to secondary school, as I had to enter residential school. I was so impressed with the report (apart from the fact it showed that I was a sickly child) that in that Internet-less age, I made it a personal crusade to learn more about my illnesses. Of course, during Biology class, I was more interested in the ‘reproduction‘ topic that made the lab assistant an object of (carnal) desire. Notwithstanding that, the report gave me an understanding and interest in the field of medicine.

Anyway, another regular commentator here, PAJ, was also one of the late Dr Abraham’s charges.

Small world.

Farewell, Dr Abraham. Rest well in peace.

I found this classic by brothers Asanee and Wasan Chotikul (?????-?????? ???????) while looking for another music video of them called “Rak Tur Semer” (Love You Always).

This video reminds me of how it used to be played at every single stall at the local Nat in Kedah, especially in towns bordering Thailand from Padang Sanai to Khuan Mai Dam (Bukit Kayu Hitam in Malay) during the early 1990s.

Damn, I miss Thailand. Khid theung meuang Thai…yak ja rong hai!

This is called “Yin Dee Mai Mee Pan Ha” (??????????????? Happy No Problem). Enjoy:

I remember those days…at least until about 15-16 years ago.

I miss those kampung moments when it comes to Haris Raya.

Those were the days we would converge upon our late grandparents’ house in Kampung Jerangsang on the Benta-Jerantut road. We would all be there about two to three days before Hari Raya and would get our hands dirty with all the preparations. The women-folk would be in the kitchen, while the men would be outside doing the lemang and rendang and dodol. For two to three days we would toil the makeshift kitchen: cousins, uncles, aunts.

This year, I shall be spending Hari Raya alone. Hana and Fazira will be going back to Kedah to be with their mother; Farhan and Nisaa will be in Klang with their mother. I won’t be with my mother because of reasons I have written a few months back unless my “step-mother” Jazzy can spare me some bariyani gam from her last buka puasa the day before Hari Raya.

This Hari Raya is going to be boring. Everyone’s blog is going to be silent for about a week. So for a week I shall post in my own blog and make my own comments.

Damn…the prospect of spending one boring Hari Raya alone is scary…