february star isn't so bright

nothing interesting. well, in singapore they say one should be part of the navy so that you will lead a very interesting life. at least that's what the ad trying to suggest. i say, try again!

muse recent gig in kl harboured lasting impression to many. i read in the papers they had unintended in the setlist. (left with nothing to say).

people change. for better or worse. no exceptions. as for this particular person, she has also changed. to better her game of espionage. now, is that for better or worse?
all of us thought (maybe just some of us who knew), she is no longer a bitch. wrong. don't ever assume. they are blind, the way i see it.

smashing pumpkins 7th studio album due to be released on july 7th. so it's going to be 7777. 07/07/2007. unique?. well, it's smashing pumpkins folks. by the way, the title will be zeitgeist or something.

*ban all fast-food ads? better off with shutting down all such outlets.
still, will that provide the answer to your question?

catchgrabtakeforty winks

i can't think straight momentarily. why?

11 hours earlier.
mom is in KL.hence, i skipped my dinner as i'm too lazy to get my ass down to the nearest eatery. adding insult to the injury, as i'm glued to the couch while enjoying running scared, i smelled something weird. i smell a rat. i saw the cable of my charger coiled like a snake underneath the table. unsatisfied with the invasion of the smell, i started searching around. my lovely cat sat with watchful eyes as if saying "i know what you're looking for!". feeling sleepy and concurrently, blurry vision left me missing the fact that next to the cable is a f**king carcass of a SNAKE!
i cleaned it up and never before been so grateful to have a cat as a pet. she bullied the poor snake and happily bit and crushed the head of the reptile. then, a ritual-like session ensued. i kept scanning the house for any other living creatures apart from me and my garfield. i fell asleep to the funny sounds from my stomach.
woke up at 8.30am. feeling like i've just returned from a month-long hunger strike, i took a portion-for-three plate of nasi lemak, two eggs and chicken plus two glasses of nescafe.

now that is fucking why i can't think straight momentarily!

who cares about lexical density?

14th feb is over. it's already 16th, i'm going to KL tomorrow morning. it's an early morning trip. 6.45am. i wonder if the timing is correct for my sleep-cycle is quite an issue lately. i'm still unsure of the trip's purpose. objective is to study and if possible, adopt (or "i'm fuckin tired to think and we can simply imitate the idea and claim it our own") the concept of bazaar in CBD.

it's raining outside. i've been chain-smoking my Camel filters since 2.00pm. (feel obliged to do so as a result of failing to find a possible candidate to enjoy a quickie).

*the only thing worth shouting about that movie ghost rider is the eye-popping potrayal of delicious cleavage of eva mendes. now who's with me?

pearl jam was in australia and i missed them!

definitely maybe

e.g.
maybe he/she is having a good time.
maybe he/she is drowning in tears.
maybe he/she is winning.
maybe he/she is failing.

maybe. key word there. a brief pause to swim beneath the word "maybe". it's maybe, literally.
does it really matter? if you're a perfect melancholy, it does. perfect melancholy can't and won't gamble. they can't afford to take any chances. not at all. therefore, they really need to know by asking themselves, using that word "maybe". don't even ask why they did that in the first place. they don't have the answer to that question.


wtf. there's so much to be explained about this thing. maybe later. maybe.

valentine's day is for wussies

in response to the second entry from the newly-celebrated blog of mr jasvinder. ponder at the delicate issue of having to celebrate v day (as jas put it). careful enough as not to sound like a loser holding a manifesto, rebelling against the idea of celebrating the day.
i know as far as jas's entry is concerned, v day is merely a made-up occasion whereby those who couldn't find a specific day or perhaps reasoning, can celebrate love in utter plasticness. (am i starting to sound like one of the losers?)..haha...
superficial, in my understanding. love is to be celebrated not only in one special day. though i couldn't actually agree to the concept of enjoying a one night stand for v day, i know it isn't that bad. compared to weeping like a nine-year-old, looking at cards or presents courtesy of past relationships while listening to sad love songs. choy!!...haha...
(will voluntarily kick your sorry ass if you're one of them pathetics!!)

why didn't they have some sort of "rainforest" thingy on 14th feb? i'll be damned not to be part of it!...haha....

currently enjoying the song "sunshower" by chris cornell. for those not in the know, this song is featured in the soundtrack of great expectations alongside "life in mono". i'm back in the 90's folks!

simply LIFE

face the path of time..

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshman

My best friend took a week's
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a week's worth of
Valium and slept
Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Think about her now and how he never really
Wept he says

We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we'd say

photoblog

thought it'd be great to have a compilation of my photos in one separate blog. since i don't own a camera, i'll be sneaking out my dept's and roam around like a lost tourist, hunting for photos which concurrently would glorify the uniqueness of my town. saw quite a number of interesting spots, ads, joints, watering holes and ++. still working on it and will post it ASAP.

another "illuminating bulb appeared above my head", i shall compile the best and must-try F&B outlets in JB. hope everything will be materialised as expected. ciao! (and urban legends as well, perhaps?)

microsoft vista, equation of fart, prayer of st. francis

nearly a month ago, accidentally i stumbled upon a hidden "shortcut" via metacafe.com of how to upgrade my OS. it says,"experience vista before anyone else". hehe. eventually, i did. although still having xp as my OS, i'm enjoying all the features of Vista. similar to a full-fledged, newly-launched Vista OS by Microsoft. one good thing, you'll have an iMac-like dock showing your handpicked, preferred docklets as shortcuts. ask me for the site, if you're interested.

i discovered this during my visit in one of those stalls, doing my number two. problems are just like fart. why?, you may ask.
first-don't keep it inside, find a suitable place (or trustworthy friends for problems) to let it out.
you'll end up embarrassed if not. better be good with your judgment of a suitable place and a trustworthy friend.

second-harmful to keep it inside. there's more room on the outside. isn't it relieving?

third-the longer you keep it inside the worse the problem might turn to be (remember that
foul-smelling odor in that elevator, that's exactly my point!) (bugger must've fermented
the issue!)

and finally, i've reached the 2nd quarter of angels and demons. true enough that once you started reading, it's very, very difficult to find the courage to put it down. all this while, i'm aware of a song by sarah mclachlan, grave prayer of st. francis. thankfully, it was explained in that superb book. it goes like this (please correct me if i'm wrong) "God, please give me strength to accept the things that i cannot change"-prayer of st. francis.
an open secret that sarah mclachlan sometimes hailed as queen of all pathetics, suicidal songs. whatever. she's talented and she wrote enigmatic, beautifully-crafted songs. period.