Information that you can find over internet is so enormous that it really amazed me... Yesterday i had such satisfaction from finally understanding the twisted history between Kuomintang and Communist Party, all thanks to the very wonderful Wikipedia.
This morning when i woke up i felt pain on my neck and my neck motion been badly restricted. After suffered for the whole day, i seek my mum help and with little surprise, my mum asked me to put the pillow under the sun, which is some funny method that derived from some ancient Chinese Mythology of bed goddess that i am not sure of (wonder if wikipedia have information on this).
Obviously i did not follow my mum's advice, so what i do is i google 'twisted neck' both in english and mandarin as i would like to see if there's actually people would advice me to put my pillow under the sun. Interestingly, the first result i received was from a blog in which the host mentioned that after long search over internet, she found the most common advices she found was to rotate the toe in clock-wise circular motion. She found it to be effective after repeating it for 5 times, and hence i follow.
To my surprise, i actually felt much better!! i didnt exactly cured on the spot, but i really felt much better, and after an hour in which i rotate my toe on and off, i am fully recovered. I'm pretty impressed with this little help i found from internet, wonderful if this method has anything to do with acupunctual point that we always hear from those movies.
thank you google, and thank you Yahoo! :)
Different
Have you ever woke up in the morning and realize, hm...something is different today. You cant tell what it is, but you know it's different. You could be finding everything so wonderful today, or everything is a disastrous.
I'm been undergoing some down point for the past two months due to my hesitation on almost everthing. I've been trying to overcome it but it just seems that my endocrine is producing some hormone preventing me from thinking straight. Something you really need to use the hard way to craw back up the hill. No short cut, no equipment, just your feet and yourself, step by step, walk up to the hill top once again.
In my process of clearing up my paperwork (thanks to the deadline that was imposed), i'm beginning to feel the momentum. I have such strong urge to make a cup of tea/coffee, and since Form 5 I've learn that this is my mind, using my action to tell myself that, its time to get serious.
Welcome back. roar~~~~
I'm been undergoing some down point for the past two months due to my hesitation on almost everthing. I've been trying to overcome it but it just seems that my endocrine is producing some hormone preventing me from thinking straight. Something you really need to use the hard way to craw back up the hill. No short cut, no equipment, just your feet and yourself, step by step, walk up to the hill top once again.
In my process of clearing up my paperwork (thanks to the deadline that was imposed), i'm beginning to feel the momentum. I have such strong urge to make a cup of tea/coffee, and since Form 5 I've learn that this is my mind, using my action to tell myself that, its time to get serious.
Welcome back. roar~~~~
budget
Many years back, i couldnt understand how could my father and his aging friends so crazy about politics. They literally live on political news and they called the politicians by name like they were their close friends.
Just like many of you, after living for a quarter of century, you begin to understand something, misunderstand something, and cannot understand something. Luckily, or unluckily, i begin to understand about politics.
Budget 2008/09 is something that really close to my heart. Why you may ask. It is because for the first time i felt directly related to government's policy. And i was really pissed when i realised the budget totally unrelated to me. Who said politics has nothing to do with you? its hurts my pocket in present tense. AND now i know why my father can remember many men's name. There is no way for you to forget the person who owe you money or take money away from you.
on another notes, i felt grateful and grateful (again) that i lived in the sin city that camophlage under the name of prosperity. Perhaps you need to be really stupid to not to know how people from this town earn their fortune from. Having said that, many people can only guess the existance of this 'hidden class' without sound proof. Or else, i wouldnt have call them the 'hidden class'. Not middle class, could be higher class, but you cant tell.
The hidden class has so much authority that one could not imagine. So often we see a park/bridge was build and as much as we could not understand the rationale behind it, we accept it and never question further. Some critics might use their pen and wrote their disapproval in various place. They might have guessed it, but they can never pointed out the man that is laughing in the evil sound at the background.
Perhaps i have benefited from them before, perhaps i have lost my hard earn money to them before, i have no way to trace it. The only thing i know is, their existance allows me to understand many things that i dont understand, and see many ugly faces that i cant see on TV.
Just like many of you, after living for a quarter of century, you begin to understand something, misunderstand something, and cannot understand something. Luckily, or unluckily, i begin to understand about politics.
Budget 2008/09 is something that really close to my heart. Why you may ask. It is because for the first time i felt directly related to government's policy. And i was really pissed when i realised the budget totally unrelated to me. Who said politics has nothing to do with you? its hurts my pocket in present tense. AND now i know why my father can remember many men's name. There is no way for you to forget the person who owe you money or take money away from you.
on another notes, i felt grateful and grateful (again) that i lived in the sin city that camophlage under the name of prosperity. Perhaps you need to be really stupid to not to know how people from this town earn their fortune from. Having said that, many people can only guess the existance of this 'hidden class' without sound proof. Or else, i wouldnt have call them the 'hidden class'. Not middle class, could be higher class, but you cant tell.
The hidden class has so much authority that one could not imagine. So often we see a park/bridge was build and as much as we could not understand the rationale behind it, we accept it and never question further. Some critics might use their pen and wrote their disapproval in various place. They might have guessed it, but they can never pointed out the man that is laughing in the evil sound at the background.
Perhaps i have benefited from them before, perhaps i have lost my hard earn money to them before, i have no way to trace it. The only thing i know is, their existance allows me to understand many things that i dont understand, and see many ugly faces that i cant see on TV.
Penang
Had a weekend trip to Penang to check out my nephew. Basically this new baby make everyone go frenzy. One small smile good enough to make us happy for whole day. Interestingly, my sister stays in Permatang Pauh
So basically, while the whole country concentrating on one man in Permatang Pauh, we lay our eye on this baby boy. For us, he is the man now...
Nevertheless, being right in the ground zero, its pretty hard not to pay attention to what is happening around us, so while the baby boy fall asleep, my dad and i quickly switch from baby wonderland to World War 3. Both parties had ceramah in merely walking distance from my sister house so eventually we still sneaked out to check out all the big shot.
My dad managed to catch a glimpse of our PM. According to him, maybe its in the afternoon, or maybe this is the strong base of the opposition, there is merely a hundred people gathered there to listen to his speech that involved lots of candy giving. RM500k for Chinese school in Permatang Pauh. Geez, no wonder our YB always got cursed, with this policy, everybody wants a by-election.
Then at night, my dad and i attended the ceramah held by PKR. And yes, we manage to see Anwar Ibrahim, really close. The bodyguard made out a space out of the crowded area for him to walk him, but he was being cautious or friendly (not too sure which one is true), he walked into the crowd to get up to the stage. So i'm so happened to be standing at that crowd, so he actually walked past me, and i actually have both my hand on air, and also 3 seconds to think if i should pat his back and said well done.
Eventually i did not touch him, because i am afraid that my hand will be chopped off by the bodyguard. Having said that, i am still feel lucky to be gotten so close to him. He is so charismatic that i actually felt my heart stop pumping for that particular 3 seconds. i am so afraid to breath that i might hurt him. At the same time, the crowd behind were so frenzy that i am receiving enormous push from my back. I was so scared that i might fall over, or even worse, fall on top of Anwar Ibrahim.
Can't imagine how would i looks like on the front page. "Frenzy crowd crashed Anwar!"
Oh no, that's not how i want to be on the front page.
Wonder when would i be able to walk pass crowd and make their heart stop pumping for 3 seconds.
"Oh that's easy, just find some old uncle and scream at them, they will definitely stop pumping for more than 3 days."
I hate mini-me....I dont need you to answer my question~
"you are welcome"
Shut up!
So basically, while the whole country concentrating on one man in Permatang Pauh, we lay our eye on this baby boy. For us, he is the man now...
Nevertheless, being right in the ground zero, its pretty hard not to pay attention to what is happening around us, so while the baby boy fall asleep, my dad and i quickly switch from baby wonderland to World War 3. Both parties had ceramah in merely walking distance from my sister house so eventually we still sneaked out to check out all the big shot.
My dad managed to catch a glimpse of our PM. According to him, maybe its in the afternoon, or maybe this is the strong base of the opposition, there is merely a hundred people gathered there to listen to his speech that involved lots of candy giving. RM500k for Chinese school in Permatang Pauh. Geez, no wonder our YB always got cursed, with this policy, everybody wants a by-election.
Then at night, my dad and i attended the ceramah held by PKR. And yes, we manage to see Anwar Ibrahim, really close. The bodyguard made out a space out of the crowded area for him to walk him, but he was being cautious or friendly (not too sure which one is true), he walked into the crowd to get up to the stage. So i'm so happened to be standing at that crowd, so he actually walked past me, and i actually have both my hand on air, and also 3 seconds to think if i should pat his back and said well done.
Eventually i did not touch him, because i am afraid that my hand will be chopped off by the bodyguard. Having said that, i am still feel lucky to be gotten so close to him. He is so charismatic that i actually felt my heart stop pumping for that particular 3 seconds. i am so afraid to breath that i might hurt him. At the same time, the crowd behind were so frenzy that i am receiving enormous push from my back. I was so scared that i might fall over, or even worse, fall on top of Anwar Ibrahim.
Can't imagine how would i looks like on the front page. "Frenzy crowd crashed Anwar!"
Oh no, that's not how i want to be on the front page.
Wonder when would i be able to walk pass crowd and make their heart stop pumping for 3 seconds.
"Oh that's easy, just find some old uncle and scream at them, they will definitely stop pumping for more than 3 days."
I hate mini-me....I dont need you to answer my question~
"you are welcome"
Shut up!
House
darkness.
the gate obediently follow the track and roll backwards,giving way to my baby-blue Nissan entering the house compound. Hand still hurts from the badminton game i attended an hour ago.
Clumsily, i grabbed all my bag on my left, and shoes on my right, while trying to open my house door in darkness. Stupid i know, i can always put down the bag first. But it is faster by doing so, i always tell myself that. I don't believe it, but i still do it.Stupidity of mankind is indefinite, i can so hear Albert Einstein telling me that.
'cluck, cluck'
Darkness.
Placed down my bag, subconsciously i reached the switch and brighten up the dining hall. Picked up the not so new newspaper, i locked the door, and turn off the light again. In darkness, i casually walked to the stairs and head towards my room. Walking up this far too familiar stair, noise is what i thirst for and what i am afraid of at the same time. how ironic.
My room, which technically speaking my actual home, welcome me with darkness. Confined in all the closed window, it's definitely having bad airflow and giving me a very stuffy feeling. If i want to describe my room as a person, then she would be a late 40s old lady that i am so familiar with and yet definitely not a person that i want to grow old with.
Air-con, music, laptop, newspaper,shower. Routinely done upon entering this room. But today, i have this little question in mind. Is this what i am looking for in the past 1 and half years?
i never hide my ambition of getting a decent condo in 2 years time, as i am far more comfortable with the way i live in NZ that what i have been experiencing for the past 18 years before i head off the the neverland. But it seems i have forgotten the 'care' and 'love' that change the definitation of 'house' to 'home'. As much as i care and love my parents a lot, i do leave this house empty often enough to make them know the Astro schedule inside out. Hence, staying somewhere else technically make no different to them.
Being home alone for a week in this far-too-oversize-for-single-man-semi-D,make me reconsider what i have been thriving myself forward. Do you really want the 2 jokers only stay in this house?
for the past 4 months, my table next to my bed always have 2 filled bottle of water sitting there and waiting for me to consume it. Yesterday, i was so shocked to find it empty. How am i going to drink water in the night then? hey wait a second, why this bottle has no water today? yes, it took me 4 months to realise it was my dad who filled up the water every night before i head home and locked up my room door.
i crave of becoming back who i believe i was, but nothing beats seeing the love i have always been embraced with continuously doing so.
live with it, its not always about yourself. cant remember it heard this off where.
No matter how great i look in front of the mirror, step 2 steps backward, and i see nothing.
the gate obediently follow the track and roll backwards,giving way to my baby-blue Nissan entering the house compound. Hand still hurts from the badminton game i attended an hour ago.
Clumsily, i grabbed all my bag on my left, and shoes on my right, while trying to open my house door in darkness. Stupid i know, i can always put down the bag first. But it is faster by doing so, i always tell myself that. I don't believe it, but i still do it.Stupidity of mankind is indefinite, i can so hear Albert Einstein telling me that.
'cluck, cluck'
Darkness.
Placed down my bag, subconsciously i reached the switch and brighten up the dining hall. Picked up the not so new newspaper, i locked the door, and turn off the light again. In darkness, i casually walked to the stairs and head towards my room. Walking up this far too familiar stair, noise is what i thirst for and what i am afraid of at the same time. how ironic.
My room, which technically speaking my actual home, welcome me with darkness. Confined in all the closed window, it's definitely having bad airflow and giving me a very stuffy feeling. If i want to describe my room as a person, then she would be a late 40s old lady that i am so familiar with and yet definitely not a person that i want to grow old with.
Air-con, music, laptop, newspaper,shower. Routinely done upon entering this room. But today, i have this little question in mind. Is this what i am looking for in the past 1 and half years?
i never hide my ambition of getting a decent condo in 2 years time, as i am far more comfortable with the way i live in NZ that what i have been experiencing for the past 18 years before i head off the the neverland. But it seems i have forgotten the 'care' and 'love' that change the definitation of 'house' to 'home'. As much as i care and love my parents a lot, i do leave this house empty often enough to make them know the Astro schedule inside out. Hence, staying somewhere else technically make no different to them.
Being home alone for a week in this far-too-oversize-for-single-man-semi-D,make me reconsider what i have been thriving myself forward. Do you really want the 2 jokers only stay in this house?
for the past 4 months, my table next to my bed always have 2 filled bottle of water sitting there and waiting for me to consume it. Yesterday, i was so shocked to find it empty. How am i going to drink water in the night then? hey wait a second, why this bottle has no water today? yes, it took me 4 months to realise it was my dad who filled up the water every night before i head home and locked up my room door.
i crave of becoming back who i believe i was, but nothing beats seeing the love i have always been embraced with continuously doing so.
live with it, its not always about yourself. cant remember it heard this off where.
No matter how great i look in front of the mirror, step 2 steps backward, and i see nothing.
Extreme
As much as i like to read newspaper, but lately i am finding myself having difficulty to swallow all the news besides the once a while surprise on sports section.
Conference on Islam, the quota for Mara University, and 2 cases of journalists being beaten by supporters/bodyguards during political campaign are news that i know of merely through the title of the articles. I did not read on because i have a good surface understanding of the story and it really annoyed me.
A sad general view over most of us is that whatever we said are always biased towards our own people. True indeed, that's why nationalism never die. Having said so, it does not mean that we as the outsider would not have critical comment over what's happening to other people.
2 good friends of mind, who is happened to be Malay, are really annoyed with all the aid that they are receiving. It makes me looks like i'm someone who cant survive without being taken well care of, that's one of the phrase i remembered really well. I know how heartache they would have been if they realise that there's still people have problem allowing outsider to discuss about their religion that has been tarnished so badly by the people who believe they are protecting it.
Personally, i am really sad seeing the Mara students rally over Khalid's comment. Its like telling people they are there because of the special right they received. Perhaps they are too young to see the benefit/risk of being part of a political plot, or maybe the pride of the race overruled their own pride.
Violence has been introduced into our political game in recent years, and it's walking towards how Taiwan's politician behaving. Taiwan also got worse when the opposition grow strong. Are we heading the same way?
its part of the progress. I prayed to myself.
Students, enlighten up please. Its too hard to change the current scene, so buckle up and save the future...
will i leave this country? many has been asking me. I always answer: this is the worst time of the world, this is the best time of the world
Conference on Islam, the quota for Mara University, and 2 cases of journalists being beaten by supporters/bodyguards during political campaign are news that i know of merely through the title of the articles. I did not read on because i have a good surface understanding of the story and it really annoyed me.
A sad general view over most of us is that whatever we said are always biased towards our own people. True indeed, that's why nationalism never die. Having said so, it does not mean that we as the outsider would not have critical comment over what's happening to other people.
2 good friends of mind, who is happened to be Malay, are really annoyed with all the aid that they are receiving. It makes me looks like i'm someone who cant survive without being taken well care of, that's one of the phrase i remembered really well. I know how heartache they would have been if they realise that there's still people have problem allowing outsider to discuss about their religion that has been tarnished so badly by the people who believe they are protecting it.
Personally, i am really sad seeing the Mara students rally over Khalid's comment. Its like telling people they are there because of the special right they received. Perhaps they are too young to see the benefit/risk of being part of a political plot, or maybe the pride of the race overruled their own pride.
Violence has been introduced into our political game in recent years, and it's walking towards how Taiwan's politician behaving. Taiwan also got worse when the opposition grow strong. Are we heading the same way?
its part of the progress. I prayed to myself.
Students, enlighten up please. Its too hard to change the current scene, so buckle up and save the future...
will i leave this country? many has been asking me. I always answer: this is the worst time of the world, this is the best time of the world
Fugly
for some reason, i've been seeing people using this 'fugly' word in almost every single cyber corner that i visits often. Actually,i still have no idea what it means, was it an abbreviation of f***ing ugly? or it's just some new cyber words that means something that i have failed to learn? Another word that is extremely popular word among the chinese website is 'kuso'. No matter how hard i tried to translate to chinese or english, i still dont get the meaning of the word...
Last month i overheard a extremely dramatic happy ending love story that actually happened in PJ. The couple is my friend's buddy, and i heard whole lot of them who know the story cried real bad in the wedding. Trust me, the story is so dramatic that i had such a strong urge to write a story out of it. I even have the plot running over my head day in day out. I really should put it into writing. Or else i will definitely forgotten about it.
that's just me, no matter how strong i feel now, i still capable of forgetting it the next day
Last month i overheard a extremely dramatic happy ending love story that actually happened in PJ. The couple is my friend's buddy, and i heard whole lot of them who know the story cried real bad in the wedding. Trust me, the story is so dramatic that i had such a strong urge to write a story out of it. I even have the plot running over my head day in day out. I really should put it into writing. Or else i will definitely forgotten about it.
that's just me, no matter how strong i feel now, i still capable of forgetting it the next day
when XX messed up with XY
for some reason, instead of having a normal mamak, i ended up in a salsa party.
After being taught some simple step, we just simply hantam here and there in the studio. Must admit Salsa is really casual and rather interesting, but that still doesnt explain why i am here....after the party thingy, i went for 2nd round at Bamboo, and the story just get juicier here because.....i got hit by gay guy!
ok here's t issue, i wore a v-neck,relatively body hugging back t-shirt, n according to some self claimed expert, V neck is a sign of 'gayness' in pub.Ok fine, mistake no.1. Then this guy (normal straight guy) said his friend want to know me, so i said sure,why not since it could be some hot chick or something(mistake no. 2).And SHIT! SO obvious that he is gay. I walk away after being introduce to this pick colour shirt guy, then the straight guy keep coming n ask my friend if i am gay or straight,because his friend is looking for a bf (%#$%!$!)
ok, i shall behave more like a man. So i turn to next table which is full of girls, return their stare with simple toasting and friendly gesture, n the next thing i know, they were all dancing with girls on my table. and i starting to question the gender of this 2 'guy' tat is hanging out with tat group of girl. NO~~~they were all lesbian!!! what did i get into this time??!!
Eventful night it is.
After being taught some simple step, we just simply hantam here and there in the studio. Must admit Salsa is really casual and rather interesting, but that still doesnt explain why i am here....after the party thingy, i went for 2nd round at Bamboo, and the story just get juicier here because.....i got hit by gay guy!
ok here's t issue, i wore a v-neck,relatively body hugging back t-shirt, n according to some self claimed expert, V neck is a sign of 'gayness' in pub.Ok fine, mistake no.1. Then this guy (normal straight guy) said his friend want to know me, so i said sure,why not since it could be some hot chick or something(mistake no. 2).And SHIT! SO obvious that he is gay. I walk away after being introduce to this pick colour shirt guy, then the straight guy keep coming n ask my friend if i am gay or straight,because his friend is looking for a bf (%#$%!$!)
ok, i shall behave more like a man. So i turn to next table which is full of girls, return their stare with simple toasting and friendly gesture, n the next thing i know, they were all dancing with girls on my table. and i starting to question the gender of this 2 'guy' tat is hanging out with tat group of girl. NO~~~they were all lesbian!!! what did i get into this time??!!
Eventful night it is.
in the name of peace
For the past years, i refused to make any condemnation remark on the softness of PM, because i believe people are judging him by comparing to the hardcore Dr M. But after seeing how he bites his own tongue for the date of election, fuel increase as well as the 'Mercedes is SOOOOOO WORTH buying' incidents, i start to regret for having so much mercy on him. Soft but firm, like how a 18 yr old girls breast should be, is what i was hoping to see out of you. Sadly speaking, i see a person that bow down to internal pressure so often that it begins to irk many of your followers.
What i cannot forgive you the most is the you never grasp the opportunity of election failure to get rid of trouble maker, infamous minister, so-obvious-that-he-is-driving-a-car-beyond-his-salary-minister, cocker, fanatic, extremist, grasshopper, need-education-badly-minister.
foreign minister is essentially the representative of fellow Malaysian across the globe. And yet, after giving farewell to the joker that make me (and perhaps the whole middle east) laughing into tears, now we another joker that speaks without ever consulting the celebrum. Medulla Oblongata is definitely the last place information being send or receive by him.
As the world celebrating the Olympic, we are proudly having 2nd blogger being caught by police in name of society peacefulness. No doubt we are slightly better than Russia that killed 100s of people around Georgia, but hey, why are we comparing countries again? oh ya, because we should be grateful that we are not govern by communist. Thank you govt for constantly remind us to compare among countries so that we can appreciate our achievement better.And yes we will not compare universities by look at the university ranking because it is biased as you have mention zillion times.
And the joker said we should setup a watchdog to prevent blogger spreading the wrong information. Be it happening or not, i guess you have gotten yourself wrong here Mr joker. First of you, this is not a statement that you can make in your position. 2ndly, unless you already finished discussion with the de facto (i love this words, but have no idea what it means), this is definitely something BN what to bring out at this period of time (even if they wish to say so), and thirdly, for goodness sake, we just had a live debate, and now you want us to step 2 steps backward again???!!
In the name of love for this country, i shall charge you for causing psychological damage to all of us.
What i cannot forgive you the most is the you never grasp the opportunity of election failure to get rid of trouble maker, infamous minister, so-obvious-that-he-is-driving-a-car-beyond-his-salary-minister, cocker, fanatic, extremist, grasshopper, need-education-badly-minister.
foreign minister is essentially the representative of fellow Malaysian across the globe. And yet, after giving farewell to the joker that make me (and perhaps the whole middle east) laughing into tears, now we another joker that speaks without ever consulting the celebrum. Medulla Oblongata is definitely the last place information being send or receive by him.
As the world celebrating the Olympic, we are proudly having 2nd blogger being caught by police in name of society peacefulness. No doubt we are slightly better than Russia that killed 100s of people around Georgia, but hey, why are we comparing countries again? oh ya, because we should be grateful that we are not govern by communist. Thank you govt for constantly remind us to compare among countries so that we can appreciate our achievement better.And yes we will not compare universities by look at the university ranking because it is biased as you have mention zillion times.
And the joker said we should setup a watchdog to prevent blogger spreading the wrong information. Be it happening or not, i guess you have gotten yourself wrong here Mr joker. First of you, this is not a statement that you can make in your position. 2ndly, unless you already finished discussion with the de facto (i love this words, but have no idea what it means), this is definitely something BN what to bring out at this period of time (even if they wish to say so), and thirdly, for goodness sake, we just had a live debate, and now you want us to step 2 steps backward again???!!
In the name of love for this country, i shall charge you for causing psychological damage to all of us.
Night
惊醒
嘀嗒...嘀嗒...嘀嗒...
闹钟的齿轮狠狠的敲了我的脑袋三下
拂...拂...
冷却的空气轻盈的抚摸着我的脸孔,仿佛妈妈似的哄我再次入睡
食指与中指不予自主的往上抽了俩下
感觉不对.熟悉的酸痛不见了.
无神的眼球习惯了亮度.
枕头,完整地躺在我眼前,没有丝毫被挤压的痕迹.
右手掌轻轻地放在枕头的中央.
妳的温度,早在一年半前,雪藏了.
嗯,又忘了.
嘀嗒...嘀嗒...嘀嗒...
双人床的右侧,好空荡.
缓缓的往那枕头躺.
温度的差别刺激了我那还没睡醒的脸颊.
好舒服,妳也是那么想吧.
深深的吸了一口气.
洗发液的味道,也被冲洗走了.剩下的,也答不出是什么味道.
好狠,都找不到妳.
我想,就算眼前发现的只不过是妳残留的一根长发,也足以令我兴奋一整夜.
好想发现那一根头发.
嘀嗒...嘀嗒...嘀嗒...
原来,睡在右侧是那么舒服的.
不想再动了.
隐隐约约看到了妳被粉红色棉被盖上至鼻尖上的脸孔.
晚安,亲爱的.
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You will always be inside my heart
Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara
I hope that I have a place in your heart too
Now and forever you are still the one
Ima wa mada kanashii love song
Atarashii uta utaeru made
You are always gonna be my love
Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo
I'll remember to love
You taught me how
You are always gonna be the one
Mada kanashii love song
Now and forever
嘀嗒...嘀嗒...嘀嗒...
闹钟的齿轮狠狠的敲了我的脑袋三下
拂...拂...
冷却的空气轻盈的抚摸着我的脸孔,仿佛妈妈似的哄我再次入睡
食指与中指不予自主的往上抽了俩下
感觉不对.熟悉的酸痛不见了.
无神的眼球习惯了亮度.
枕头,完整地躺在我眼前,没有丝毫被挤压的痕迹.
右手掌轻轻地放在枕头的中央.
妳的温度,早在一年半前,雪藏了.
嗯,又忘了.
嘀嗒...嘀嗒...嘀嗒...
双人床的右侧,好空荡.
缓缓的往那枕头躺.
温度的差别刺激了我那还没睡醒的脸颊.
好舒服,妳也是那么想吧.
深深的吸了一口气.
洗发液的味道,也被冲洗走了.剩下的,也答不出是什么味道.
好狠,都找不到妳.
我想,就算眼前发现的只不过是妳残留的一根长发,也足以令我兴奋一整夜.
好想发现那一根头发.
嘀嗒...嘀嗒...嘀嗒...
原来,睡在右侧是那么舒服的.
不想再动了.
隐隐约约看到了妳被粉红色棉被盖上至鼻尖上的脸孔.
晚安,亲爱的.
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You will always be inside my heart
Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara
I hope that I have a place in your heart too
Now and forever you are still the one
Ima wa mada kanashii love song
Atarashii uta utaeru made
You are always gonna be my love
Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo
I'll remember to love
You taught me how
You are always gonna be the one
Mada kanashii love song
Now and forever
MiniCity
Dunno what is that, n no idea how it works, for some reason i got registered and now its a city with only 1 inhabitant.
its a online city with no interaction. clueless. you can check it out
http://jawaville.myminicity.com/
its a online city with no interaction. clueless. you can check it out
http://jawaville.myminicity.com/
kiki lala
is Kiki Lala still existing in the market? its probably the only few renown kiddy brands that i can recalled. Reason being renown to me because that's probably the only brand that i can pronounce with little problem during that age.
Come to think of it, i dont think i have ever own a Kiki Lala clothes before. But i am quite sure i would had preferred t-shirt with Baja Hitam's monstrous face on my tiny body, and protect me from all the evil monster. THUNDER-THUNDER-THUNDER~CAT~~OH~~~~~oh wait, wrong cartoon. So what do Baja Hitam scream when he is transforming? hm...i should look it up at wikipedia. but first and foremost, what is Baja Hitam's actual name? its definitely not Black Fertilizer,rrrrright?
i dont believe in karma, but i believe that there is always a cycle or period for most of the thing. World economy once again undergoing 10 years cycle, and parent once again need to explain to the children what does sodomy means.
i've tried so hard, and run so far, 5 years down the road, i'm back to the same room, complaining about the same weather, and yammering about the same old air-con.
been having this question in my mind for quite a while. Can reading acquaintance's blog being classified as a form of voyeurism? if that is so, i am starting to feel myself as a sick bastard.i'm kind of enjoy reading friend's friend blog lately.
Come to think of it, i dont think i have ever own a Kiki Lala clothes before. But i am quite sure i would had preferred t-shirt with Baja Hitam's monstrous face on my tiny body, and protect me from all the evil monster. THUNDER-THUNDER-THUNDER~CAT~~OH~~~~~oh wait, wrong cartoon. So what do Baja Hitam scream when he is transforming? hm...i should look it up at wikipedia. but first and foremost, what is Baja Hitam's actual name? its definitely not Black Fertilizer,rrrrright?
i dont believe in karma, but i believe that there is always a cycle or period for most of the thing. World economy once again undergoing 10 years cycle, and parent once again need to explain to the children what does sodomy means.
i've tried so hard, and run so far, 5 years down the road, i'm back to the same room, complaining about the same weather, and yammering about the same old air-con.
been having this question in my mind for quite a while. Can reading acquaintance's blog being classified as a form of voyeurism? if that is so, i am starting to feel myself as a sick bastard.i'm kind of enjoy reading friend's friend blog lately.
No Black Tie
For those who had been bugged by me for years, they would definitely familiar with this jazz pub's name. Let me see, it was 4, or maybe 5 years ago that i heard of this place and then i've been trying to locate it, but thanks to the lousy signboard of KL (or perhaps my bad geography), i failed numerous time with different group of friends to get into this shop.
In 5 years time, it had undergone closure,revival, and with words of mouth,it has gotten a little fame of itself, and what's more important, i FINALLY got a guide for myself and stepped into the sacred land.
It was a Funk Jazz (just realized that there's a lot of genre among Jazz music) night and the band is just so spontaneous and groovy, my friend and i had a very wonderful night of music enjoyment. The great sound system make the place a little bit hard to chit chat, but its definitely a great place to enjoy some great live band with interval small chat in between the break. Good place to warm yourself up before heading up to Passion, that's what i was told by one of the acquaintance in the pub.
Being able to visit some place that you have been long for is a blessing. By stepping into it already make me happy. The rest, was just the bonus.
In 5 years time, it had undergone closure,revival, and with words of mouth,it has gotten a little fame of itself, and what's more important, i FINALLY got a guide for myself and stepped into the sacred land.
It was a Funk Jazz (just realized that there's a lot of genre among Jazz music) night and the band is just so spontaneous and groovy, my friend and i had a very wonderful night of music enjoyment. The great sound system make the place a little bit hard to chit chat, but its definitely a great place to enjoy some great live band with interval small chat in between the break. Good place to warm yourself up before heading up to Passion, that's what i was told by one of the acquaintance in the pub.
Being able to visit some place that you have been long for is a blessing. By stepping into it already make me happy. The rest, was just the bonus.
Wheel of Luck
Today experienced something odd. Have not met my buddy for quite a while, decided to sms them to meet up for mamak-ing. At the end, only me and this guy that supposed to be the busiest among the group, free to meet up.
We ended up sitting in mamak for hours. We were wondering the whole time whether it was strange for 2 of us to be free, or it is odd to see the rest busy.
We have officially enter the 2nd phase of life for quite a while now, and everyone has long adapted to this new lifestyle. We are still full of crap when we meet up, but obviously we are no longer who we were once.
i just have nothing in mind to write about. But i just feel like writing something in this moment. Heard a friend of my describe herself as emotional and yet rational. It doesnt make much sense and yet at the same time it makes a lot of sense.
Seems like we are all suffering from bipolar. For the crazy you and me. Cheers.
We ended up sitting in mamak for hours. We were wondering the whole time whether it was strange for 2 of us to be free, or it is odd to see the rest busy.
We have officially enter the 2nd phase of life for quite a while now, and everyone has long adapted to this new lifestyle. We are still full of crap when we meet up, but obviously we are no longer who we were once.
i just have nothing in mind to write about. But i just feel like writing something in this moment. Heard a friend of my describe herself as emotional and yet rational. It doesnt make much sense and yet at the same time it makes a lot of sense.
Seems like we are all suffering from bipolar. For the crazy you and me. Cheers.
pause.play.stop.
proudly announcing that i have completed my year 2005 travel blog. Obviously i have cut down a lot of things compare to the actual travel log that i had written down. I guess, there's still quite a bit of stuff i prefer to keep it offline, which sometime make the memory even more valuable, and inevitably, more forgettable.
2005 is down, time to tackle down 2006. Think i will only put up photos of place i traveled to. After all, this is all meant to be for my own reading, and perhaps for my grandson :)
2005 is down, time to tackle down 2006. Think i will only put up photos of place i traveled to. After all, this is all meant to be for my own reading, and perhaps for my grandson :)
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