Hard Rock Cafe dalam memori

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Kalau ke Johor Bahru, jangan terkejut kalau kawan-kawan ajak mengeteh di Hard Rock Cafe. Satu tradisi unik, kerana hanya di situ terdapat tomyam mahal dengan seekor udang bersaiz jari manis budak darjah satu. Sup kambing pekat, nasi campur beranika dan tungkeng ayam yang cukup rangup, menu istimewa bulan puasa. Table merah, table kuning, table hijau. Siang dan malam suasana cukup berbeza. Siang sunyi, malam meriah sekali. Tempatnya sendat, bising dan pilihan untuk remaja melepak dengan kos yang cukup murah.Kawasan yang juga memualkan, disebabkan asap kemderaan, bau peluh dan aroma asli sungai segget. Hari ini, semua tinggal sejarah. Pelan perancangan bandar yang terbaru berjaya menyembunyikan Sungai Segget dan lenyaplah Hard Rock kita.

Hard Rock, selamat tinggal brader, 23 Ogos 2003

Kawasan makan terbuka yang sudah bertahap agung legendanya telah mula dinyah operasikan pada akhir minggu lepas. Semua ini bukanlah suatu yang memeranjatkan, kerana notis perpindahan sudah pun dikeluarkan tidak lama dulu. Penjaja dan penjual masih berniaga sehingga ke saat akhir walaupun kerajaan dah taruk tiang-tiang simen dan column besi untuk mereka rasa tak selesa untuk meneruskan operasi. Tapi itu la dia hard rock, lebih hebat dari Bangsar dan Seri Hartamas, ada masa rasa cukup memeningkan tapi ada masanya juga membawa kita ke masa silam. Pasar baru, terminal bas lama, penjual ubat jalanan, zaman sebelum dirinya Plaza Kotaraya dan City square. Di situlah dulu tempat temujanji pertama aku dengan Fadh. Kopi-o kaw dengan baju kemeja hijau, bermotif burung kakak tua. Hard Rock. A place as diverse and unique as the name itself.

Kalau dah sampai hard rock tu, dekat sangat dah dengan plaza seni. Tanya la orang kat mana boleh beli baulu butter. Memang sedap kau, lembut semacam, pakcik tu kata ha, rasa la, tak payah tunggu raya nak makan baulu. Betol la, aku kene itu hari, boleh tahan. Bekas plastik saiz sedang tu dia jual cuma 5 ringgit sahaja.

Does it have to stay underground to stay true? The all to often heard question nobody ever bother to answer.

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3.- Does it have to stay underground to stay true?

What does underground mean? Punk rock and hip hop are not underground. That whole mainstream vs. underground thing is a load of crap. People who whine about a thing becoming successful are just jealous. It all depends on quality and intent. If something retains its integrity and quality, people shouldn't mind if it becomes popular. Exploiting a style just because it is popular sucks, and any artist, graffiti or otherwise, shouldn't participate in a project unless it's proponents desire to understand and perpetuate the culture and perspective from which the artist comes. I have this unrealistic notion that exposure for graffiti is positive through any channel that gives positive representation, which may or may not be fashion. I think expanding acceptance of graffiti expands freedom of speech and genuinely helps democratize things for the individual in this spectator democracy. Graffiti is very liberating and that shouldn't be reserved for the cool underground. That's a selfish mentality. ~Shepard Fairey, poster, 'guerilla' artist

Antara Johor dan Jakarta

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I was going thru old floppy disk and discovered this writing I wrote when I was in Jakarta in early 2002. It was a very memorable trip. I was planning to write a travel jurnal but as you can see, this was all I got

Sunday...10
I was told there is no roti canai here. And the mee bandung is much better in our place then in bandung. People here eats katak ( which they affectionately call kodok, not to me mistaken for cucuq kodoq, jemput-jemput).

Monday 11
ira's mom was very nice and went with us to the train station to buy tickets to bandung. There will be five of us including Bonnie. The road to the train station was congested, as normally does in Jakarta. It took courage and skill to drive here. Things seem to be so calm and relax that people don't mind if others cuts in front of them. Even with no signals. At a roundabout, there were people gathering around, in a protest like manner to collect money for the recent floods victims around Jakarta. Kids and skinny man, holding out magazines and newspapers to hot and sweaty motorist. The sun haven't shine yet, and it was only 12 in the afternoon. We met Tita in Cenere mall around 7 o clock with 3 others of his friends. He lives around Jakarta and was working in a cybercafe in Kalimantan.

Saturday...9
I was very excited that day. The last time I went to Singapore was about 11 years ago and since then, don't have the slightest desire to visit it again. Don't asked me why. Lin have to work that day and from lin's house, we took a taxi straight to the causeway. That jam, the people, the smell. That maybe why I don't wanna be in Singapore, I'm guessing. soo away yet, familiar in a very un nostalgic way. That MRT ride from woodland to keranji was short and gave me some time to view the changes and Singapore development. A silver impreza WRX was lining up in the congested expressway, maybe, with the driver cursing himself for not taking the MRT. From Singapore 5.30 pm flight Garuda 829 take about 1 hour 20 minute to arrive. Was greeted by uncle Rahim or jefry as he is known here after being left out alone at Sukarno Hatta airport for about 20 minute. Ira arrived about 45 minute later and we later went to her place, in the centre of south Jakarta. Ira's mother had prepared for us delicious nasi tomato and daging kurma for diner. her place was very nice, a penthouse with a view to kill for, it was perfect and you can see almost everything from the balcony. Along the river coconut trees lining up just like it was ordered to do. So well behave. The river is like the vein that run from heart to brain. If it dried up, everyone will suffocate. polution will effect everyone and every life along it line.

pupen was BIG then. lagend in their own right. Not only in Bandung. Sad to see Marcel now going mainstream, lame.

18th September 1970: Rock legend Hendrix dies after party

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A remarkable guitarist, singer-songwriter. Died at the age of 27 35 years ago.

He will be remembered as a key figure in the music world who transformed electric guitar-playing using distortion, feedback and sheer volume to create a revolutionary new sound. ~ news.bbc.co.uk

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28th August ~ Selamat hari lahir Syed Muhammad Haziq

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Syed Muhammad Haziq telah selamat dilahirkan pada pukul 2.43 petang. Ucapan salam sayang buat isteri tercinta, semoga Haziq cepat sembuh.