i miss travel long time...

been reading in the press about the unstability in southern thailand. decided to mail my long lost krabi associate, to validate the authenticity of the press. as i browsed thru the mails that we had exchanged during the year, i decided to share some of them wit u, lovely people.

what you doing now? Look lady or dinner with girlfriend.I hope you happy and very nice time for you.I hope I see you again when you come back here.today I not tell the rain I tell the sun bring kiss to you when you see the sun.
Bye Bye see you
take care
Ma

Thank you very much for your picture.I see aready very nice.you are very hansume.Today Ao-Nang have sun I go to Krabi town for look something and go home for sleep and weak up go to work in the afternoon very tried I want sleep all day.
Bye Bye see you
Take care
Ma

Tahnk you for your massage you send to me.Now sometime I happy sometime I very tried Now I work everyday same last time I want sleep all day but impossible because I have work.I hope this month I have holiday and I go to somewhere for relax but I don't know where maybe my home.Now Ao-Nang have rain everyday.I hope you find good job next time.
Thank you for picture you send to me.
Bye Bye take care
Ma note; i didn't massage her, it's supposed to be message, as in, email

argh, i miss setting foot in a foreign land. it's the people u meet. no matter how hard it is to comprehend, or how many times u ask them to repeat wat they are saying, it makes it more beautiful. it's the eyes... u can see sincerity in their eyes.

your eyes are windows to your soul.

when will i covet no more?

i'm not living in penury, nor do i painstakingly make ends meet. but i always envy those who are in a better economic situation than i am. especially those who earns passive income. money is instrument to liberty.

imagine without directly committing to any activity, u constantly reap money. let's not be ambitious. say, u get 400 quids for renting out ur 'god knows wat'. isn't that great?! that 400 quids can be used to pay my bills and shopping, and for urself, it's up to your own discretion.

let's now be ambitious, imagine my passive income is large, my train of thoughts will be as follows;

1. where shall i fly to this month, siem reap or marrakech?
2. british airways, or singapore airlines?
3. to buy an audi tt, or lexus rx300?
4. weekend... scuba diving, or something much less adventurous, like spa?

these are choices which rich people are thinking off. and one thing for sure, rich people do not work. people work for them. they do not have an office to report from nine to five. they do not have hours to clock, weekly or monthly. THEY EARN PASSIVE INCOME!!!

my dad worked all his life. to support the family, and he still is working, to support the family. i admire him for his hard work, but deep inside, i know, i do not wish to work all my life.

i do have some vague ideas as to how to get passive income, i shall charge all those who read this blog at a rate.(haha, kidding! btw, many gracias to blogger to make this free of charge, to millions of us) really, i do have some vague ideas, but of course, i will not reveal. but like most of us, i do not dare, or at least not yet, to break from the comfort zone. security and stability, so to speak.

"a ship is safest at port, but that's not what a ship is for," paolo coelho

soccer vs wife

account of my overnight stay at my elder brother's

sis-in-law: why don't u sleep wit ur brothers in the living room?

brother: no way! i'll sleep wit my wife, and my baby...

KICK OFF!! FRANCE vs GREECE

five minutes into the game, my brother was snoring like a pig.


what if my wife, if i have one, loathe soccer and detest major tourney like world cup or euro? drug her with sleeping pills?

me: darling, i made u ur favourite hot chocolate...

my significant other: how nice of you, honey?

me: why would i marry you then? (surreptitiously observing her sipping her favourite hot chocolate, and every single bit of it...)

coffee a.k.a devil's fruit. caffe(italian), kahve(turkish), qahwa(arabic)

this is like a coffee week for me. been drinking like two cups a day. maybe age is catching up with my taste bud. talked to my barista fren two days back and voila! he called me up from starbucks the next day informing me that his manager requires part-timers. appointment is fixed, tomorrow morning.

history of coffee;

an ethiopian sherperd, kaldi, noticed that his sheeps became hyperactive when they ate the bright red berries. the monks were angry that kaldi ate the forbidden fruit and disposed the beans into the fire. they were smitten by the intoxicating aroma of the freshly roasted coffee and the rest is history.(prior to 1000 A.D)

the muddy waters at the bottom of the coffee cup, were used by the arabian and turkish fortune tellers.

introduced to italians by trading with the turks. first believed by some Christians to be the devil's drink. Luckily, Pope Vincent III decided to taste it before he banished it. He loved it so much that he went so far as to remove any "evil residue" by baptizing it, claiming that "coffee is so delicious it would be a pity to let the evildoers have exclusive use of it."(1600)

coffee guides for idiots;

coffee is today the second most traded commodity, behind petroleum.

Espresso: This is the classic Italian coffee; short and black with a very intense aroma and aftertaste. The most basic, the espresso happens to be the building block for all other coffees.

Cafe Americano: Equal portions of espresso and hot water.

Cappuccino: One-third espresso, one-third hot milk and one-third steamed milk. Dusted with cocoa powder.

Mocha: Espresso mixed with chocolate powder or chocolate syrup, and topped with hot milk (and cocoa powder, optional).

Caffe Latte: A shot of espresso topped with hot milk.

Kahlua: *IMPORTANTE* no idiot! u can't order this at starbucks. this is a coffee liquer. if u go to a bar, try ordering white russian(my fav cocktail) ingredients: kahlua, vodka, cream/milk. garnished with a cherry.

- - - - - - - - -

i love coffee as a consumer, but to be a barista? hmmm, i actually fancy working in a bookstore like kino or borders. perhaps i'll try my luck after starbucks interview and let God decide my path.

beginner's luck, or the lack thereof...

i never gambled. for the first time, i was contemplating on betting, when i passed by the betting counter. i have this strong 'gut feeling' and 'intuition' that the danes will win the swedes tonight.
in the Alchemist, Paolo Coelho describes the principle of favorability. he says, "when u play cards the first time, u are almost sure to win. beginner's luck... because there is a force that wants you to realise your destiny; it whets your appetite with a taste of success."
but my entrepreneurial vision was repelled vehemently by kopi. "don't start if u haven't!" said he.
alrite, so stretched our muscles we did, to invigorate our heart to pump more blood thru our veins, because we are embarking on our cardiovascular enterprise(4km nite run)
halfway thru the run, i realised my pouch was unzipped. upon completing equipment check, i realised 20 quids had managed to emancipate themselves from my Lowe alpine.

SO MUCH FOR BEGINNER'S LUCK!!!

now i wonder what will that fortunate homo sapien do to my quids. will it be generated and multiplied, courtesy of the stone's throw betting counter???

wake up and smell the coffee...

retreating to my small private island (procured from the government) via my private yacht. bucephalas, will be there upon arrival, fit as a fiddle, courtesy of my two servants.

legend:
bucephalas; glossy black arabian stallion, able to strut at a canter, neigh, and gallop when asked to show the meaning of haste.

servants; able bodied studs. employment based on looks, height, and skills. thick locks, tight buttocks. primarily responsible for housekeeping... NO!, islandkeeping to be more exact(if ever there's such a word), and ensuring bucephalas's physiological and psychological well-being.

will bring my girlfren along(see, i'm not gay), together with shadowfax, we will spend careless days of horseriding. indulge ourselves in simple luxuries like sunrises/sunsets, clear blue seas, white sands, and home made wines. (upon looking at the horizon, there are no commercial or other personal ships on sight e.g; oil-tankers, cruise ships, fishing ships, pirate ships and the likes. only my anchored yacht... savvy?)

legend;
girlfren; smooth and supple skin. complexity fair. long luscious jet black hair. nice lenghty proportions, no over/undersized breasts, calves, thighs or hips (hey, i'm not demanding ok?! it's just proportions. not too big, not too small. the hair can even be straight or wavy, i'm not fussy, as long as jet black and long, savvy? hehe)

shadowfax; snowy white mare. complements bucephalas.

wake up and smell the coffee

fantasy world, i'm not like wat u read. i don't own anything that u'd read, not even the girlfriend part. i'm just a bloke who have too much time that his exams are over. rite, gonna make my black coffee to keep me awake. it's english vs croats tonight.
adios...