Bee Gone!

I was chillin' by the balcony
Having a smoke, unwind a little
Then this strange incident happen

I swear
I saw a bee
A really huge-ass bee

Zipping into my path of sight
Came to a slight halt
And took a fucking piss!

Clear liquid suddenly oozed out
It was from its abdomen
There was at least 2 drops

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, MAN?

I just wanna have a smoke, dammit.

Too Long, Too Sudden

I was at Ingolf the other day. Hanging out and getting under the influence, then, Ryan gave me a weird looking face, a telltale that he had something juicy to expose or reveal. He creeps up to me and whisper to my ears…

“………………..” (censored)

I’m sworn to secrecy, so my mouth is shut tight. But anyway, in the midst of all this ‘excitement’ that someone else knows as well…

Aja interrupted me with a really awkward question.
“Meng, want to me my boyfriend ah?”

I gave her a ridiculous look…
“Err…sure.”

“Just testing you.” she rationalizes.

…right :)

Anyway, today…while I was browsing thru, I stopped by TzeLin’s to have a read…see what’s going on…

And apparently, in her dreams, I asked her to be my girlfriend…

I MUST BE ON FIRE, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, MAN?

Maybe it’s time I look for someone…after all, it has been 5 years since my last relationship. Hey, the flings don’t count, ok? :P

The Work Trip, Finale

OK, I’m still resting. But come to think of it. I don’t really have much to say about the Damai Laut escapade after all. Well, actually I do but…it’s all about work. And that’s boring and tedious. Thus, I’m sparing everyone the monotony. So I’m gonna splash the pictures around while I jump right into my night of mystery…

Here’s my take. This is what I remember…I remember we didn’t get a mention on stage after all the hard work we’ve put in. That made us kinda pissed at them, hence my boss saying that we should claim back our efforts, by consuming as much alcohol as we can from the bar. Fair enough, I got one can, down it and got another 5, while my boss did the same. We headed back to the room, hoping to create our own mini party with our newly acquired beers. 10 minutes later…

“Aiyoh, so boring lah! I think I’m gonna head down for some action!”
– I quote my Art Director saying that.

I intended to follow him right away, but I was catching my breath while The Mummy was on. So I thought…

“Go ahead first; I’ll join you in a short while…”

I continued my movie with beer while the boss is on the phone with the wife. I have to admit, 30 minutes into it; I lost interest in going out. I thought of just finishing up the beers and snug into bed. My phone rang…signifying a message has been received. It was from David (the Art Director), it reads…

“Faster come n party!”

I’m like, whoa…Here’s a little info about David. He’s a very quiet person, soft spoken and very low profile.

I told my boss about the message, he went…
“What are we waiting for? JOM!”

Right…
JOM!

We arrived at the ballroom, searching in vain for him. So after a few drinks at the bar, we finally spotted him. He was rocking it up on stage…grooving to the music, getting the crowd going…

Our jaws hit the carpeted floor.
That quiet Art Director dude…
Can’t be him…
Wait, it is him…
Oh my god…

It took me awhile to join in. Being me, I never dance. I only do so when I’ve down 10 shots or more. So I waited…after the 12th shot, it was time to get it going, I met Ada (an employee of our client), so I asked her to join me…from that instance onwards, I kept on going…and going…and also going back to the bar to refill my shot. So there were dancing, girls, and never-ending supply of alcohol…blah blah…

Here comes the ending of what I can remember. I still remember making my “every-10-minutes-refill” trips, so I went outside for a smoke. I met David there. Had a little conversation…head back in…went straight to the bar for another drink. To this point, the bartender had already known me and all I have to do is show my face and he’ll know what to fix me up with. But this time was different, he acknowledged me. Gave me a thumbs up and doing the drinking gesture. I was quite flattered so I cheers him and down 2 whisky neat shots with him and took a beer back to the dance floor.

Right there…from that moment onwards…I blacked out, so to speak. Because the next thing I know, I woke up in my room, with my alarm screaming at me (I had previously set it so I won’t miss the departure time) at 11am, wearing something else…

This is what happened that I don’t remember, at all. Apparently, I’ve text my boss asking where he is. And then text him again…

“I’m coming back soon, get ready.”
He replied,
“Coming back with company? What do I have to get ready for?”

Whoever I was with, I don’t remember a thing…blank, nothing. Here’s another strange bit, I got in the room…even though I had no key. And locked the door…whatever happened during this point in time remains a mystery cos I woke up with only my black shorts, with scratches and sore muscles…and of course, David had to knock the door at 5am to get in cos I’ve locked the door…I don’t know why…I didn’t know that till they told me the morning after…

I hope I did nothing stupid…

Put My Feet Up

I promised Ryan that I will come for Dodgeball. The MINI convoy is still here, I think the test drive is today. I woke up with a nasty headache at noon. I didn't make it for dodgeball and it seems I won't be able to test drive a MINI aswell. I'm still hung over, sun-burnt, dead beat and sore from the trip. Even Friendster told me to lay low for awhile. Hmmm, this is really freaky...I think I should rest more then.

Home Sweet Home

I'm back!

From...

...Damai Laut. Burnt-out. Damn tired. See you guys in a bit :)

The Work Trip, Part 1

With a busy day earlier and 2 hours of sleep, this trip to Damai Laut had ‘stress’ written all over it. And sure it was…

From the minute I woke up at 6.15am, my body, mind and soul had already given up. Nothing could have dragged me off that oh-so cozy bed on such a beautiful sunrise. Yet somehow, that sense of responsibility was teeming all over. By some means eventually, I manage to haul myself off that quicksand bed. I knew, if I don’t wake up now, I will never.

The morning rituals, the drive and the lethargy, it was one awful morning. However, the sight of sunrise on a misty (it ain’t haze that’s for sure) Penang Bridge changed all that. I’ve not seen sunrise in ages, I can’t even remember when was it. But it sure feels good.

From that instance onwards, I’m in good spirits. The ride on the highway was brief but the drive thru the trunk roads was never ending. And with the fluctuating mood of being either sleepy or energetic, the sight of this one signboard made me and David gasping for air in disbelief. You know those square yellow sign with an arrow in black…

Yeah, imagine that but 10x bigger.
No kidding. Me and David agreed that this would be our personal project to take a picture of it with us in it on our way back.

Anyway, about an hour after that little incident, we arrive at Damai Laut. I have to say, not quite as I expected. But it’s still beautiful.

After all the video shoot. We were still without a room as the management had messed up the key placements. So we were delayed. But alas, we finally got a room!

I’m done typing for now! Off to get some rest and freshen up a little.

Dire

And so I thought…
Leaving the office at 12 midnight yesterday
It can’t possibly get any worse
Can it?

When I left the office, I took a quick glance at the top right corner of my screen. It reads 2am…I lost it. I absolutely lost it. AHHHHHHHHH!!!

While I was working on the video, the thought came thru my mind so many times…earlier on; there were reasons to stop it, temporarily. Then reasons became excuses which eventually led to my surrender. The thought of quitting haunts me. Sometimes, I choose to disregard, but sometimes, I heed, consider…contemplate.

Should I?
or…
Shouldn’t I?

I guess I could give it one last push or two. That dude has gotta go. Mr. Fucks Thing Up is taking a toll on the team. With every incompetent artwork he comes up with, forces us to cover up his mistakes and suffer the consequences while our own projects are forced to be on hold and he gets away scot-free.

It doesn’t end there unfortunately. It’s now already 3am, with 3 more hours to go before I depart for Damai Laut for a 3 day video shoot onslaught.

I need a vacation…
I need a break…

I want my life back!

Never Again

There’s this fucking idiot in our office that puts a while new meaning to the word incompetent. Fucking hell, man. I spend 2 fucking weeks patching up with a client that we got off the wrong foot, to finally be friends and even joke around when mistakes are made.

Today, I had my plate full with photo shoots and video editing, so I asked him to help me out. After all, it’s just a matter of text replacement and that’s about it.

I had the client calling me back screaming at me after seeing those blatant errors. OK, she didn’t scream but I could sense the tone, she wasn’t the happiest person around for sure. So I took a look at it, I mean, how much can he fuck up lah. Just text placement mah, after all…the design was already finalize long ago.

Yet…
Somehow…
Being him…
Mr. Fuck Things Up.

He fucked it up. Big time. How on fucking earth did he fucked it up? Ishh…the colours were all wrong and who the fuck uses a font size that reads “11.236788” ?!?!?! machibaipukimakleh! Come on lah! Common sense lah!

Aja was spot on about Chinese-ed designers. No concept, no idea, no brains (except for the Art Director).

The thing about big corporate companies is that the design is usually at a minimal while the details have to be precise and of course, their cooperate colours as well.

Now I know why Elaine gets soooo cheesed-off at times. I really do.

Not to mention he kept quiet while the work is already done, 2 hours ago. Which led me to more trouble since the submission deadline was 2 hours ago as well. Real idiot, man. He should be fired.

Luckily, I got a sweet personality (heh!!) so I manage to patch things up with her (the client). And thing are alright again. And I WILL never let him touch my work ever…ever again.

Long Day

This is actually quite pathetic. I’m actually writing this in my car on my trusty iBook, stealing bandwidth from a local Starbucks nearby.

I just feel the urge to write something, jotting this little moment down where my mental and creative fatigue is put on a long marathon-like test. It’s freaking 12.10am in the morning and I have just gotten off work and went off to my “second job” straightaway. I have been working since 9.30am mind you. And I’ve got a photoshoot at 10am the next morning and yet another crazy day of pre production video editing before I leave for Damai Laut for another videoshoot. So please, someone just shoot me now!

This line of work does make you feel a tad lonely at times. Despite meeting a lot of people and all during the day, but when some freelance job is thrown into the fray, you are the boss, the designer, the copywriter, the photographer, everything basically.

Being a graphic designer in a small company like where I’m working is pretty damn demanding. I don’t mean to gloat on this, but I know for a fact that I’m the star player in the team; hence that makes me feel a bit exploited sometimes with most of the work being dumped on me. But after all I’m still quite the rookie designer; I take ‘em all lah. Who knows, by end of the year, I’ll have a pretty beefed up portfolio and then I can demand for a higher pay or look into better offers. I’m not being ungrateful, but that’s reality. I gotta fend for myself. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, man.

The weekend seems more and more enticing. The Damai Laut escapade will end on Saturday morning, and I know my boss is a ‘part-time’ F1 driver. We’ll get back in no time…if not at all, heh.

The Maze

I once read an entry from a friend’s blog, about BAGAN. And since that day, I’ve been curious to check it out. I do know the owner is gay. I do know it’s extremely posh. I do know it’s gonna be costly. But I didn’t know that it can be really fun. Though the events leading up to it was a bit stressful with someone being sangkut, in the end, it was awesome.

We were drinking Tiger straight from the bottle that Zach had bought earlier, just to get in the zone first before we go in. As we marched in thru the main gate pass the lawn, the amount of exotic cars in there was enough to scare us off, but we were buzzed up enough to shrug it off.

So now I know it’s as classy as I have imagined it, but it’s not THAT pricey as how I have pictured it would be. Turns out, it a really nice chillout place. Nice music, awesome interior, excellent service and it’s almost like a maze in there. Imagine a really huge mansion with separate sections for the restaurant, bar, pool table and the lounge.

I don’t mind going there again. Anyone? Jom!

That Night

It has been awhile since I last set foot inside a club. I had just also started my protein powder consumption, so at times; I can get pretty hyper for no reason. So, they call me up…

“Hey man! Wanna join us for dinner?” says Ryan.

Though I already had dinner, I tagged along anyway.
“Alright, I’ll see you guys there…”

So I went to Fatty Loh chicken rice at Fettes Park. And I found the whole bunch. Ryan, Liew, Tuck, Harris, Annie and even Khai Mun…walau, it’s been awhile since I’ve hung out with him. Tuck was being himself, kept the beers flowing in and someone floated the idea of going to Glo.

I sensed that urge before I left the house. I took a risk of being over-dress for a kopi-tiam outing. Alas, everyone else was over-dress for that kopi-tiam. Glo was the obvious next destination and it was Ladies’ Night.

It was comforting to be back, into the scene. And of course, being me…you’ll get a lot of:

“Wah! What are you doing here?!”
and...
“Walau! Since when you like clubbing?!”
and…
“Ahh! You came! CHEERS!”
And the list goes on…

Hey, I have a life, okay? Just that I was busy.
It was fun, really fun. I remember entering the front gate with Ryan screaming

“Welcome back, man.”
“Cheers man, glad to be back.” I yelled back.

Though, as usual…I had to leave at 2am which is early for most of them, work commitments lah. But I had me a really good time. Catch up with some old friends that I’ll only see in clubs.

Then the morning after came…
I met Ryan for lunch, he went

“Hey man, check this out…”
While he digs his pocket and flashed me his newly acquired Nokia phone.
“Woaa dude…you found this?!” I asked.
“YEAH MAN! HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!”

“DAMN!”

Re-Start

It was just a cover-up. It coincides with the change of which I’m going thru. Frankly, I’m going thru a rough patch, a really rough patch of my life. I’m in a rut, so to speak. I faked my departure from blogging for obvious reasons. Too many people I know, in person are reading my blog. With that, I loose my freedom of speech, whatever I intend to write becomes fabricated and superficial if not encrypted.

My life is in a fucking mess now and I can’t even begin to start cleaning it up. I wish things could be easier, I really do. Despite the slight blissful moment I had late yesterday, a conversation I had with Leena later on the night made me comprehend my current state of life. I told her I wake up everyday feeling negative (in someway, it feels suicidal but not literally) rather than positive. It has been 5 freaking months since I started work and it still feels like the first month. I still wake up every morning feeling like crap, and every single day, I go thru the motions like a mindless drone. I’ve lost my way.

My course of actions has been costly lately. A friend of mine lost his job which I had played a part in it, unintentionally, thought he isn’t exactly one of my favourite friend, I still feel awful. But I have to say, he had it coming. I don’t appreciate sms or phone calls at the wee hours to tell me something about the work and last minute meetings. The freelance project I decided to take to help out my niece’s friend is also wearing me down.

I’m lost and I can’t seem to find my way back. I don’t know where to go, what to do. Everything seemed so perfect and fantastic previously. But now, everything is off beam and horrible.

I’ll bounce back…eventually.

Goodbye

This may be a bit of a surprise, but after much contemplation I’ve decided to end this blog.

A chain of events have occurred during my time away. Haven’t really had much to write anyways being so tied up with work and all.

But before I go any further, I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut on this particular topic. But it’s too much for me to handle, so I’ll remove the juicy bits :)

“Yo! It has taken you too long, man. Way too long. Now, finally! You’ve broken the chain, the barrier, the whatever you wanna call it. I’m very happy for you, man. In some ways, it was hard for me to see you being in that position back then before things finally clicked. And now, finally…best wishes, man. Best wishes from me.”

Incidentally, it was this little moment that sparked my intention to stop blogging. It goes to show that so much has been going on…with me, my family and my friends and yet I’ve failed to jot down anything that’s been going on. So it kinda has defeated its purpose...that is, blogging…since it was my original intention to have a more detailed documentation of my life.

Another chapter of my life has finally ended, yet I’ve failed to acknowledge. But now, I’ve come to terms with it. Whatever that happened earlier, served as a wake up call for me. So much has been going on, here and there. It made me realize that I’ve slipped away from reality, living another life while suppressing my conscious self. No point hiding, evading and fleeing from the inevitable. Life will get you down and get you up while changes should be anticipated, it will happen come what may. So why not embrace? Why dread over it.

Things are no longer what they used to be. But it will always be remembered. Simpler times has come to pass, at least I had lived it, as much as I could. Though, I wished I had lived more. But being humans, nothing is ever truly enough.

I could go on forever with this cheesy closing entry. But I won’t. I’m getting a bit cheesed-off myself, heh. Being me, I believe in closure. Everything needs closure. And this is it. Lastly, blogging has really thought me one thing. No matter how fucked or how awesome life is…

Life is in full technicolour.

The Trip, Finale

Beautiful Langkawi: Man, it was so surreal. It seems like the perfect life. Since I never really finish blogging about the trip, I guess this will be it. Heh, closure entry for the trip that started off so badly and ended quite as bad as how it started. Luckily, everything else in between was awesome.

The Trip, Part I
The Trip, Part II

The ride. Man, I've never seen sooo many people puke at the same time. The ferry reeked with the stench of puke and "minyak angin cap kapak".

Ian doing his shampoo commercial moves. It's kinda strange, if you look at the picture...really look into it. You see Elaine's hair is almost motionless while Ian is kinda having his hair blasted away.

Speaking of hair being blasted away, I couldn't help myself. Since we couldn't afford to rent a convertible or that Sentra (heh!), a gold wira would do just fine. And this is as close as you can get to an open top.

Yeah, we looked happy, don't we? That's the look of "going to the biggest shopping small in Langkawi to buy shitloads of liquor, beer and smokes." But the mall is quite pathetic. Heh, no offence to them. It ain't that big. Afterall, it's Langkawi. It's about the duty-free-ness, beautiful beaches and well...duty free stuff!!

But I do have a question. Since everything in Langkawi is duty-free. What about the petrol? We were speculating throughout the whole trip. And how RM30 managed to give us a full tank that lasts us for 3 whole days. We drove a lot!

Alas, the deed was done. The beers chilled and the mood is right. Me and Ian was blazing already while waiting for Elaine to come back from her little shopping spree. Prior to that, we kinda lost Sina. It got us a little worried as you know, Sina being Sina, anything can happen.

"Why not we blaze and have a beer, if he doesn't come back then, we go look for him."

"Who? Sina? Never heard of him. Let's drink! Faster! It'll get warm." The little hut outside is very cozy...and little...did I not mention that? Ugh, it doesn't fit me very well as my legs were all over and around the place. Good thing is, I'm really flexible.

Of course, we had 2 iPods with us. Music, music, music babeh. Sina brought speakers! We got muuuuusic! After all that, Sina did return, I can't remember where he vanished to but we jumped right in to the sea and had a good swim. It wasn't that great, really. The wave was ridiculous. We kept getting "Wiped Out". That's the term we created if we fail to "survive" the big ass waves. Seriously, if you don't try, you get hit by one, and another and another and another until you get washed up to shore.


After getting Wiped Out, it was time to get ready for some mouth-watering sea food dinner. Earlier on, while we were chillin' in the hut. Some dude who runs the place came up to us and told us to go to this particular place in Kuah. He says that's the best sea food restaurant on this island. And cheap too!

You wanna know how good it was? It was sooo good we forgot to take pictures.

It was quite the dinner. Then we decided it was time that Sina took the wheel. First impression, he went over the pavement and not realizing it. But it was all in good fun. Back to drinking! Elaine had just thought us a new drinking game called the Wheel of Fortune. Not much fortune was involved in the wheel, but it was awesome.

The game went on, our faces were turning red, conversations started to get random, nothing makes sense and everything around us started to spin and in a perpetual loop. The game was taking a toll on us.

So we went outside!!

Man, there's a full moon outside and we're all cramped inside that small room. Jom lepak by the moon! We grab all our drinks, slide our feet into 'em flip-flops and kept on with our relentless drinking.



Sadly enough, it was to be the only night for Elaine. She had to go back the next day for some wedding, I think. Oh well, we make sure she had a good time.
When we left the beach, it was already 4am. Elaine had to get some sort of rest to prep herself for the grueling return trip on the puke-laiden ferry while Sina was already quite wasted. We didn't know the free room had an extra bed, so me and Ian had to rent another room about 3 minutes away on foot. So we left to the sleepyheads back there while me and Ian made our trip back to our place. 4am, Come on! The night is still young! We popped up another can of beer and blazed outside that small hut. It was fun.


The Day After: It's amazing. All of us woke up without hangovers. Except Sina, so we made him down a glass of Absolut. The best way to over come an hangover is to postpone it, heh. I kinda miss being a tourist (don't ask) so I made Ian follow me to the Underwater World. Sina insisted that he'll rather get wiped out again. So we made our way there, since it's just around the corner, literally. We blazed just to make sure no matter what, it'll still be something.

The service over there is so god damn bad, man. And expensive too! But what the heck, coming all the way here in that puke-ferry. Might as well. Nothing much to see, really. Everything was the usual zoo/aquarium creatures. But we get to see the world's largest Mouse! Hahah. It ain't a mouse, it's a rodent. And I've seen it on Discovery before. But the puny monkeys was a quite a sight. Finding it was hard enough, being "the smallest monkey" in the world doesn't really help us in finding those little rascals.

Of course, the main attraction has to be visited. The penguins. Yeah...they didn't really do much. Just stand and stare with those canto-pop-like hair sticking out. So much for being the main attraction. Come on! Do something! Fly! Anything! Hmmpf...

But they insist of just standing and staring. So we cabut. Go walk walk lah. See if there's any other more livelier animals to see. We did ended up in this indoor area where there's a little sign that says FROGS/TOADS. Yeah, they hide pretty damn well. We stood there for like 30 minutes trying to find one. Camouflaged well, they did and got really bored, we were. So we moved on

We found Dory! It's quite true on how Pixar has potrayed them as forgetful creatures. They swim really fast and stop, look around with a blur face and just float around. I think they are forgetful. Apparently, they're really nice to eat. Hmmmm...
The 3D cinema thingy isn't that fun either. It was a real eye-sore and headache. It was quite a major upset that the dolphin didn't go head-to-head with the great white. So that's it? Hmmmph!


After all that tourist thing. Back to business. I really wanted to go get wiped out again. Not none of the jokers wanted to and I didn't want to go alone. So I had to settle for some tanning session. Just laze around, relax and enjoy the life.

After another night of relentless drinking. It was time to packed up and say goodbye. From one island, now we have to return to another island. But there was one problem. We did not confirm our return tickets. And the worst case scenario occured. The ferry has been fully booked. We were screwed, big time. I had work the next day, Ian have to take a bus back to KL while Sina is the only one willing to stay for another night.

After trying every possible method to find a way back. All our efforts were in vain. And our stomach was calling. We headed to a KFC that's in the same building to get a quick fix while we figure this thing out. After much thought and hessitation. We decided that we will go home today somehow or rather. The route...take a ferry to Kedah, from there we had to get a cab to take us all the way to the Bus Terminal, where over there we'll take a bus all the way to Butterworth. And then from there, we'll jump on a ferry and ride back to the island. We had to do all that plus the load of bags we have and the bottles we had purchased. Alas, we arrive home and had Ah Liew to greet us and offered us a ride back.

It was one crazy trip. From start to finish. Let's go again! Jom!

Cool Coaster

Man, I stole this from INGOLF. It's too cool to be left there.

Unfold

Everyone’s question was finally answered yesterday. Before, people could only speculate. Yesterday, I dropped by Ingolf’s for a little catch up session with the smallest friend I know, Tuck.

Annie dropped by and so did Ryan later on, after taking more than an hour to show up despite saying “I’m coming now.”.

Then the couple showed up…
The beef and buffed, Eugene and Jasmon.

For far too long, all of us have been wondering who the ‘real man’ amongst these two is.
Then finally, an answer…

Eugene walks up behind Ryan and went…
“Eh, I feel like drinking lah.”
Suddenly he started rubbing his chest and went
“Ahh, pain, pain…”

Ryan looked puzzled and went “Huh?!”

Then Annie asked Eugene how to spell appendix…
He had no idea so he looked at Jasmon, who is on the other end of the bar and went…

“Hey bitch, oi!….come here, bitch”

Jasmon actually came over…

I swear there was a moment a pure silence…
Before laughter finally set in.

Now we know who wears the pants, heh.

Pub Champions

CAUTION: THIS MAY BE A FAKE ENTRY

Sometimes I feel I'm not achieving enough...
and then I found this...


Yeah, we won the World Cup, mind you. Though we were all drained out. We still have the energy to lift the throphy.


And well, here's a visual for the term "Hungry for Success". Well, it ain't much fun to eat it. Tuck thinks I'm crazy.


Of course, lets not forget I'm a good actor. I was hardly touched but I dived anyway and got the opposing player a red card and a penalty, which was scored. FIFA agreed that it was one brilliant dive. So they contacted the Oscars and handed me an extra trophy. Heh.

And let's not forget the man behind the team. The coach. They call him the Tinkerman for constantly changing his shirt while his team is playing. They say he sweats more than the whole team put together. Cheers coach! All your hard work and errr sweat has made us 'world' champions!

OK, enough of hallucinating. Back to reality. Sigh.

Oh, last one. Let's not forget our sole cheerleader! That's the real motivation behind the team :) I think the coach is bashing her for not lifting her shirt up during match time.

Noise

Oh for god sake…
When people switch off your music
And replace it with internet radio
Even though there’s nothing good

GET THE FUCKIN’ HINT!
We despise your music

No one listens to canto-pop
At least no one in the office
And if you wanna blast it
Use those earphones that you brought along!

Music is not all about high tempo beats
Kindergarten-like tunes
With superficial lyrics
And a perpetual repetitive tone

Do the wall a favour if not me
The wall on your side has started to fade
Don’t blame the air-con or leaking water
Blame your god damn music!

Stickman

It’s been almost a week now since I’ve taken up my secret gym excursion. It’s not much of a secret, really. I’d rather keep it low profile. After all, it’s only gym. No biggy. I don’t really give a shit about being buffed and all (maybe a little, heh); the real motivation behind it is that it makes me feel damn good in the morning when I wake up. No more suicidal-grumpy-like feeling in the morning. Besides, I’m done with being a real-life walking “orang lidi” (stick man) by now.

I’m working on what I would call the “glamour muscles” which is the chest, arms and shoulders. Heh. So people can see mah! Want to show show a little. No harm in that. Besides, there’s a pile of small sized t-shirts in my closet that’s still loose when I wear them.

MSN 5.0

Finally! After like what seems to be like a billion years, the people behind MSN:Mac has finally updated the Mac version of the popular MSN Messenger. Unlike it's Windows counterpart, the mac version is still behind. But, finally we have avatars! So here's the link for all Mac users out there!

msn:mac 5.0

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