the musics that i've been listening to are amazing.
imeem rocks!
thank you norah jones.
thank you jamie cullum.
thank you amy winehouse.
thank you bloc party.

thank you radiohead.
i would be glad to watch you people in concert.
these people makes workload a breeze.

and Jamie Cullum is a fucking ball of talent.

be awed here

i snapped random pictures while walking home,

when the sun was glaring hard.

i like it when the sun kisses on my cheeks,

and the wind blow swiftly through my hair.

feels like i am seven years old again,

holding a long string with a kite at the end of it.

the dark mary poppins

my daily essentials.

i've been buttering myself lately.
with palmer's cocoa butter oil.
buttering away feeling sticky and somewhat satisfied.
hahaha, what a way to start this post.

im back on the tracks.
running and sweating.
losing all those weight.
gaining it back with fried food.

i like running.
i worry at times.
worry that maybe my heart would stop in the middle of a good run.
i'll die. and die and die again.
or i cannot finish my usual 2.4km run.
i've had thoughts of stopping.
but glancing at the other runners, motivates me.
cause they're so much slower.
its nice to run.
all your worries just fades away,
turning into droplets of sweat, dripping on your lips,
and sometimes forced to give a good lick.

running somehow is my remedy for stress or pain.
i would start with a heavy heart.
carrying all the weight of the world on my shoulders.
but once i get into it, the lane on the tracks,
my footsteps, my heavy breathing, plays a beat.
a sound that plays in my mind.
and the trouble will all die down.
and at the end of the day, your ass gets perkier.
WOOT!


running reminds me of when i was on the tracks in secondary school.
of how good i was at it.
before started smoking that is.
and the fact that i angrily threw the baton hard on the tracks,
and it bounced up high in the air,
and my teachers went ''OIII!''
when some dude overtook me
and i came in second in the 4x400m relay.
haha, good times, good times.
but maybe regret a little.
i could have ran faster.
damn it!!

today was a day of adventure.

i felt young again.

maybe cause i played bishi bashi in the arcade.

it was hell fun smacking those blue red green huge buttons.

i lost most of the games though.

but it was worth it.

i miss playing it using my PlayStation.

that exploded.

and then this game where i shoot some hoops.

i am pretty good at basketball.

note to be taken; this is coming from a self-praising person.

HAHAHA. I'm so tired.

this is like one of those mundane post where i just rant and tell others bout my day,

or like when i talk to myself in the mirror observing how my lips move, taking 75% of my face.

oh when i was a kid i have always been fascinated by the Volkswagen.

besides me expecting 27 clowns getting out of the car,

i am awed by the car's unique design.

it takes up the shape of a beetle.

or a frog, they way i see it.

i like the concave sides of the car.

i love it overall.

a definite eye catcher.

and i have always wanted to own one of those.

but i only got close to riding it and today was my first time.

a friend of a friend of mine,

drove me in her 78 thousand dollars worth of white pearly Volkswagen

cause my excuse was, the weather was too hot.

and its true. i can cook 1000 pots of pasta under the scorching sun.

anyway, i fell in love with the car even more.

and the thing was,

the driver is only a sweet 19 year old girl,

with hello kitty cushions and seating everywhere.

oh how i envy her. hahaha.

oh FYI its not a car only for girls you narrow minded suckers.

she mentioned like she spends 100 bucks per week to two weeks on petrol.

i guess that's a tad too much?

i wouldn't know cause i do not keep track of the soaring prices.

haha, lets dig up for oil shall we?

maybe we could start collecting from our faces first.

i am jinxed. from all the gypsies of the oceans, i am the jinxed one.
i am so easily deluded. by little things.
sometimes shiny things that sparkles, like crystals or a set of keys.
i am in this haze of emotions. i do not have a direction.
what a man to do for his needs?
what's with me. i swear i don't get it.
this constant craving for attention.
gnawing away through the facts of life,
being oblivious about every single thing that really matter.
i need to get a kick. open my eyes to the obvious.
the naked truth. the reality of the situation.
to realise where i stand once again.
it is all clouded.
why is this always trouble.
why do i not get it every single time.
i need not to be smart. just logical.
oh GOD!!!!!!!
when will this ever stop.
i cannot take this any longer.
SIGH