walk the talk.

i think i am becoming more of a man of action. i don like to talk as much now. i don like to convince people thru conversations no longer.

wat's the point of talking if i can't deliver.

at least that's wat i think i want to be, ceteris paribus

italian sprockets

japanese engine with italian sprockets! nice! can't wait to get my german tires, hopefully next month. it's a bit pricey but it's an irresistable whim. already the sprockets have created a hole in my pocket,

i've got a voucher from royal sporting house today. tried to find something to buy but i simply can't. my mate is having the same problem with his voucher. why is it when u don't have money, u seem to be wanting to buy everything? i end up buying a basic-t from zara of la coruna instead. oh well!

today i walked around in town with three shopping bags. how therapeutic shopping is. the feeling, the power of consumer. (hmm, *hint hint*... bday boy, your present is in one of them, shopping bags *smirks*)

peterpan, no, not finding neverland

heard of peterpan? indon band. borrowed my fren's while studying, and their songs are stuck in my head...

"Dan mungkin bila nanti
Kita kan bertemu lagi
Satu pintaku jangan
Kau coba tanyakan kembali
Rasa yang ku tinggal mati
Seperti hari kemarin
Saat semua disini"

ears to my heart

it is easier to let my legs walk me from disarray
it is easier to alter my brains and its hearth,
it is easier to shut my mouth from giving away
but it is always difficult to shut my ears to my heart

le suicide

this week, two significant figures took their own lives. 1)hunter s. thompson(author of leaving and loathing in las vegas) 2)lee eun-joo(a korean celebrity)

what's wit authors and celebrities, taking their own lives? ernest hemingway, sylvia plath, virginia woolf, kawabata, mishima

in the movie 'sideways', one of the main character is a depressed, inspiring writer. he wanted his book to be published so much so he can take his own life after that. *shrugs*

keyboard punch

its been quite a bit since i last punched the keyboards with my heart. well, i'm having a go again. oh well... i'm stuck... nag nag nag... writer's block is it? bah!

i really dono why i can't read as much as i used too. i'd even tried book-hopping, but didn't help much. i finally got an idea. maybe the books that are collecting dust(the pages are getting yellow, and not progressing on the numbers) on my shelves should go to the 2nd-hand bookstores. the money i gathered then can be used to buy other 2nd-hand books. *brilliant!*

currently reading a.s byatt's possession. its kinda engaging but the fonts are a wee bit small and its a rather thick book. this book is mentioned in 'time traveler's wife'.

btw, i really hope penguin publishing is gonna have a booksale... i mean soon...*shrugs*... *sigh*

while my eyes are too lazy to read, they rested on something else more instantly delectable... DVDs. i think my new idol is ralph fiennes. jude law and hugh grant, please make way.

ah, time flies. it flew rite pass me without me realising it. my student days are numbered. i scanned thru my 2004 organizer. not that i'm very much organised, but there are some scribbles in it which are indeed significant. like how i used to whined about financial predicaments, and still do. like exam dates. like valentine's day. and of course, footie matches scorelines e.g: wildcats 7-2 team A. these are moments that put a smile on my face.

when i graduate, soon, hopefully, i have to start paying debts of approximately $20, 000. gosh! i haven't even have a decent job. cyclical economic depression, is that what they call it?

in the words on mark renton,
"with god's help, i'll conquer these terrible afflictions!"

valentine wit neruda

i wanna share a poem from my favorite poet...

Tonight I can write – Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example. “the night is starry
And the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.”

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

we might as well be strangers

seems like you have plotted this all along.
i hope you like the ending

chomp chomp

clams, mussels, crayfish, octopus, smoked duck, salmon, crab, creme brulle, lemon cheesecake, topshell....

excellent department dinner at swissotel merchant court hotel.

discovery 1; when a human get drowned in the sea, fishes tend to eat the eyeballs first

discovery 2; despite the extravagance of digicams, an antique polaroid still captures everyone's attention.

runned five kilos to be in shape for sunday's footie match(2 matches). and hopefully the run will take my breadth away