the end of 2009

what a forgettable year it has been,

everybody was stressed out, money was scarce

but wait a minute, there were those who got going when the toughness was getting it on

those like my pinot noir basil plant, what started out as an inch of leaf and plant is now a good 3 feet worth of hardy wild basil that stretches form the dark spots of my balcony to the ledge of warm sun.

plants are living things and as slow as they are, they still grow faster than us, faster in a good environment, and even when resources are scared they adapt and find new methods to exist. they are survivors and they will be around longer than any of us.

is this the jealousy that causes us to continually take more than what they offer us unconditionally?

or are they silently waiting for retribution, a day when their numbers are so limited, they then decide to take away the one thing that keeps us alive, oxygen.

that's human nature right at it's worse, we harm the ones that love us the most

where do we go now?

staring at the cursor blinking,

fingers frozen, mind has stopped thinking

what be the point of another endless rant

that brings nothing more than a life wasted in believing

i envy the oblivious

i despise the obvious

but what am i to do, if i continue to lie in the comfort of conforming

what good things must come to an end?

what lies we tell ourselves to protect the big truths.

enough..................

fuck you i won't do what you tell me,

motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrz

hello again

it's been quite awhile since my last confession

there was facebook and more focus on work, thank god im not yet a twitter addict

but now laying on my bed, shitting fluids the whole night, with titanic on star movies, i kind of remembered you my friend, the one that is always there

at least if nothing happens to google that is

i'm older, hardly any wiser, more tired's the word, make slightly a bit more cash then i used to, but not really conquering the world in my prime years.

I'm no Lewis Hamilton, no Cristiano ROnaldo, even if they are younger than me, they were of a different cut.

I'm what you could call the regular , was born a grande, but i'm hoping to be a venti.

there are a lot more worse off and there are also many having a better deal,

but as i watch Titanic yet again on cable, we are all the same when death comes a calling, it;s what you do with the cards dealt in your destiny,

i;m the king of the world........if i think i am.

just chillin

last day off. Start breakfast with half a pint of guiness. Bloggin on handphone. Responsibility is just round the corner.

cutting edge

vanity,

it never got to me, maybe that's why i look like the scruffiest looking thang around in my late 20s. maybe it was that line princess leia used on Han on hoth, scruffy looking, hell, solo was a pretty cool guy, ppl still liked him despite his scruffy outlook.

and the longer my hair grew, it just ended up like a natural luke skywalker do, so why bother getting it styled?

needless to say, the saloon is one of my less frequent hangouts....it was more to barbers. yeah you know the type ur dad used to go to? for the real man cut, where they take a safetyless blade and try their best not to slit your throat while singing their favourite bollywood anthem.

I just came back to penang to have one of those, just RM 8 for a cut and shave....it's dirt cheap, almost the same price in vietnam.

the difference however is they do a much better job in Nam.

over here they rush it, they treat ur face like cow's skin and i end up bleeding on my way home, but up north, you can actually get some grade A cut's and they take their damn time to give you that close shave, so no blood and they'll even clean ur ears and nose if you want to......but that's something i can manage on my own.

maybe it's something the french leftover, good coffee, great bread and professional barbers. to me i think it's just good ol commie pride.

country road

it's more like flight path

the island heat reminds me why i left, but the cool after the sunset, reminds me where i belong


food portions are small but extra servings are always welcomed

if you see the same bus driver that picked yer up when yer was just a wee lad, still up and running, with a cigarette in his mouth.........you know yer just going to live forever


things may have changed here and there, you actually have to request that your si ham in your char kuay teow be undercooked, or else they'll murder it.


but if you can hear the waves crash on the rocks and sand, you know there's more to life than skyscrapers and starbucks

more romance in rome

we going to take on the catalan giants

in our favourite european away ground

bye bye messi, it's time to give you a taste of some united pain.

floors

the bathroom floor's dry when you're not around

how will i know that you've been up early preparing for the daily grind


the living room doesn't move, not an inch

how will i know where you've laid your head asleep or busy watching the tele


and worst of all,my bed is cold on the hottest nights

how can i dream of a better tomorrow