this is way overdue. i can’t even remember who tagged me. idlan? rizal? lisa? anyway. here it is. by the way, as this has been floating around in the blogosphere for some time, i ain’t tagging anyone. feel free to do it if you like.
7 things to do before I die
cliched as this sounds, be a well-rounded muslim
make a difference – somewhere, somehow (vague, i know)
go to new york and tokyo
have a rehearsal room at home with all my gear in it (no, you dirty person you, not bondage gear)
visit a koala sanctuary
be better at all the things i love doing (jack and master of all trades?)
last but not least, live happily with a missus (see criteria set out below) and two kids
7 things I cannot do
sing well
anything that is associated with heights, bar flying in a passenger aircraft
eat taugeh or raisins (in fact, anything from my weird i-can’t-eat list)
watch a horror film
do clinical medicine again
sport a zapata moustache
play any sports that involves hand-eye-foot coordination
