Keep the balls unruffled.

"Machete? That's only good if you want to make a brutal point. It's low tech. Completely unsuited."

Well, that's right. I'm watching 'Machete' by Robert Rodriguez.

Film was good, and crisp story line. Predictable. Good for cult fans of him, like me. I'm wondering, how this guy able to get the funds to finance this sort of movie. I'm not sure about the returns he'll get in doing one. But hey, it's Robert Rodriguez, he's sitting on top there together with Quentin, and a whole other film makers as well.

"With an opening of only an $11.3M three-day weekend, it helps that 20th Century Fox acquired this Robert Rodriguez pic for only $6M. "We always believed the movie would be so strong in the Latino community. After all, it's a Latino director with cachet, a great Hispanic cast, and part of our sell has been that Machete is the first Latino superhero,"

Whenever he's making movie, it makes serious people like me becomes curious. Curious with what he has to offer. Who ever thought of making the first Latino Superhero? I'm sure this idea has been casted gazillion times for the past decades in the community.But no one has the balls to do it, not enough to make the effort to convince people with money, nor a big production studio to support it. Robert Rodriguez did. So whenever I see people rated his movie to B, or with 1-2 stars out of five, or utter the words "Cinematic technique was great but crap storyline"? Better wreck themselves out. They don't appreciate the great length effort he took out to produce one here.

One thing smart about this directors. They tend to take the forgotten actors/actresses into their cast. Who ever thought Lindsay Lohan going to big screen again, doing a semi-epic movie? And Danny Trejo, Danny Trejo. The familiar face behind the scene has his own staring now. That makes me curious. Remember Michael Madsen in Kill Bill? What a comeback!

Ok, it stops here. Continue with the movie.

Millenium Year

We are in the 11th month of the year, another more month and after, we're 1 year older. "Time wait for no man." I could still recall all the things I did last year. Memories are still fresh in my mind.

To review the year, things were not that bad for me. This year I shouldered great responsibility. I was given more work, and more authority. Not to mention to things which I am always answered for. I think I've handled all pretty good except for some few minor glitches here and there, and I always learn through any mistake I made. Next year, I would like to be more aggressive and firm, and would like to learn more about communications to win the 'hearts and minds' of my peers.

Being the youngest in my level tends to be a very hard thing sometimes. But I do feel, the wise are not that wiser anyway. I don't need to heed and bow to what the elders always say. I'm tired of being 'advised'. If we are smart enough, we all can learn from what we've seen and observed. But, out of respect, we still need to show our acknowledgement to everyone.

2011, eleven years passed the millennium. What resolution is there to be achieved this time?

Why English became the language of the world?

Why not French, Arabic, or even Chinese. Well, now, China are getting more dominant in the business world, because of their robust economic growth, geographically large country, and has one of the highest labor capacity in the world. But this was achieved only until a few years ago, when its Government started a reform on its policies and open up its doors to the outside world.

As the world passes through time, English slowly became the dominant language of the world thanks to "the economic, political, military, scientific, cultural, and colonial influence of Great Britain and the United Kingdom from the 18th century, via the British Empire,and of the United States since the mid-20th century. It has dispersed to become the leading language of international discourse, and has acquired use as lingua franca in many regions.It is widely learned as a second language and used as an official language of the European Union and many Commonwealth countries, as well as in many world organizations. It is the third most natively spoken language in the world, after Mandarin Chinese and Spanish."

Hegemony---

"However, English language hide its existence as a pernicious 'tool' of discrimination that does nothing but widen social disparities. Why do people yearned to become proficient in English and virtually worshipping it ever since it established its superior status among other foreign languages? English is no longer such a harmless thing. It is breeding a discrimination and inequality because people are being "classed" into English speakers and non-speakers. It seems like native speakers and people who have studied or lived for many years in English speaking countries have an advantage over everyone else in the work force and the international scene. This is total 'Hegemony of the English language'."

"Nowadays some local firms (non english speaking countries) are making it as its official in-house language. There are three problems that would stem out of this proposition."

"First, using english as communication would have a huge impact on the local society. People would see this as a proof of the importance of having English skills, and this in turn will reinforce the structure of domination by this language."

"Second, native speakers of English will gain tremendous advantage over their colleagues in all areas of communication, which is bound to breed a new type of language-based social disparity."

"Third, the firms might prioritize foreigners, and what a greater anomaly is there than to be unable to communicate in your native tongue in your own country?"

The above was quoted and summarised from the interview with Yukio Tsuda for Asahi Shimbun (Japan's local newspaper). He is a professor in the Nagoya University. He is an opponent of the "hegemony of English" as well as a proponent of linguistic pluralism and the concept of "Ecology of Language". He believes that domination of English is tantamount to linguicide and that addressing the problem of linguistic hegemony is crucial to the development of "human and cultural security".

I guess he has his points there, and they all are well worth pondering.

Direct Hit

Lately, I've been juggling things between life and work,and I've completely neglected this space. Well, as usual, Sunday is always the best day to catch up with things and to finish up the draft of this post that I've started last Wednesday.

I was flicking through my cable on saturday night, when I stumbled into this movie called 'The Squid and the Whale'. How could I missed this movie? Not knowing of its existence even though it has been released for 5 years ago.


Who the hell is Noah Baumbach? Brilliant piece of script. I think this movie would be the closest thing ever made on the painful reality of having a divorce. The hardship felt by the children and parents seems absolutely real and the script was really a direct hit. Except for some twists in it which may not be a common happening in real life, it's a freaking good movie. I'm not sure what makes my cable to show this award winner of 2005 Sundance Film Festival. Usually, it's always been those out-tossed box office movies. I guess it's because of Jesse Eisenberg, who is currently having a premier movie which is been shown around the world, was in it. Yeah, the guy who portrayed the Facebook creator, Mark Zuckerberg, in 'The Social Network'. People here are going nuts over the release of 'The Social Network', which I think is far from reality and freakingly overrated.

I am now in the midst of ordering a used DVD of this movie from Amazon to add it to my collection. In the meantime, I'm gonna dig more of Noah's work.

The Kaleidoscope Effect.

What a perfect saturday it has been. A weekend out with family and friends. So many roads to explore, so many things to talk about, so many information to process. Food glorious food. I'm having too many things to digest.

I'm not worrying about what goes beyond the line that borders this feeling. The anger, the suffering, the reckoning and the mocking from this world are far beyond reach.

I hope it stays this way at least for a day in a week. I hope we all could feel the happy bit part of our lives.

Check Your Head

'Excuse me, I think I almost lost it.'

SNAFU lately. Last few days was hectic. I was juggling between work and life ("I know you have one too"). It has been one of those days where you wish that Friday was only an hour away. Situation where, after you have finished up your responsibility at work, only to find another one when you reach home. I know our responsibility in life stays there forever and we could only seek 2 days a week of comfort away from work. Weekend is such a bless.


I've been going through some music videos in Youtube recently, and it has been a bit of walking down my memory lane. Music is a powerful thing. When you listened to an old tune, your mind brings you straight where you were in the past. I could still feel the steering wheel of my mom's old car, a no 'power-steering' Datsun, heading up to my college in Subang along the Federal Highway route while listening to Duncan Sheik's "Barely Breathing" on radio. That song recalls me right at that spot, whenever I listen to it. I could also remember listening to Beastie Boys "Body Movin", while heading up for a night out at a club in Eastin Hotel (gosh, can't remember the name) years and years ago.

Music and memory recall. A search from the net showed that many studies have found that music aids the storage and recall of information in the human memory. "The rhythm and melody of a familiar song provide a structure for 4 learning new information, a distinctive memory record, and effective retrieval cues".

Well, whatever it is, I think it is worth taking a walk down in Youtube sometimes.

Aperture-Priority

The sun was shining through the sheets today. What a beautiful day. Furthermore, it was my off day. Voila.

I thought it might be a good day to take the camera out. Everybody wants to be an amateur photographer these days. I used to be too crazy about it the last time. I was a fan of 35mm and vintage cameras. Bought things through the internet, mostly off Ebay. I got one Soviet-made camera, which was shipped off from Poland for a mere USD5 dollars. It was during the height of my University days. Lomo LC-A was crazy as hell those days, but I just could not afford it. Even until today, I think the price is not worth to be paid for that camera. These cameras can do wonders with their so-called Cold War era lens, but the task to find a good film developers (not sure this is the right word) is quite tough. As for going digital, I got my first digital SLR, through a second hand shop. A beaten down second hand digital SLR camera that stayed with me till today.

Today, I took my quality time as a shutterbug. I don't really know when I would have this chance again. The perfect weather, the ample time, and the great ambience.

Heir apparent.

So the Europeans won the Ryder Cup. I didn't know much about golf. People say its an old man's game. Youth won't dwell with it not until they reach their 30s (the average age when people starts to play golf). But now young people are getting wealthier because of the dot com boom and the economic prosperity. More young people are entering the game at a younger age.


Well, myself not included in the group. But, I am thinking a lot about getting into the sport. Actually, it is not only a sport, it can be one of the means to do some networking that might be of a beneficiary to me. Last weekend, I met an amateur golfer and he tried to convince me to 'take arms' buying a used set off the Yahoo auction site. The thing is, what I am afraid of, that if I start to do something, I would do it all the way to the end. I'm not sure whether I would be able to have the time to spend nor the financial means to support it. But I will dig these two up just to satisfy myself, leaving other usual things unfocused. That's me. Hobby is a dangerous thing.

But for sure I would love to get my hands on one of those fixed gear bikes. But I don't want to be associated as a hipster.

Tequila Sunrise.

Well, what do you know.

I cooked rice since, god knows when, and left it in the cooker. Completely forgot about it until i found it evolved to a freaking yeast colony. The fermented smell was so strong it could pass as a home brewed tequila. Salud!

Maybe I've becoming a bit senile. Kept on forgetting things nowadays. Heck, I even forgot my office key card today, and constantly annoyed the whole office every time I came back from a smoking break (the door buzzer wakes everyone up).


I always forgot where I put my glasses within a mere five minutes after I took it off. I can't memorize a new phone number from the dial page in just one glance. I can't remember new people's face within a week of not seeing them again.

My mind used to be very sharp, now I feel a bit lag. Sad but true.

Psycho Realm - Psycho City Blocks

A'ahh. It's the Halloween month. I saw pumpkins with the smiley crooked teeth every where in this city. Never thought that they are so serious about it. I guess when the day comes, it could be one of the excuses that they can make to throw down a party. Lately, the people here, as I passing through their lives everyday, they seem to be lifeless. Maybe I should give George Romero a call.

Well, treat or trick this month. Halloween reminds me of Michael Myers. Yeah, that crazy slasher from John Carpenter's 'Halloween'. He was such a bad ass that I always thought the film is based on a true story. The character was created so perfectly and if you read about him in Wikipedia, he is being described as though he really existed in real life. What the hell?

"A study was conducted by California State University's Media Psychology Lab (not Psycho Realm), on the psychological appeal of movie monsters—Vampires, Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein's monster, Jason Voorhees, Godzilla, Chucky, Hannibal Lecter, King Kong, and The Alien—which surveyed 1,166 people nationwide (United States), with ages ranging from 16 to 91. It was published in the Journal of Media Psychology. In the survey, Michael was considered to be the "embodiment of pure evil"; when compared to the other characters, Michael Myers was rated the highest. Michael was characterized lending to the understanding of insanity, being ranked second to Hannibal Lecter in this category; he also placed first as the character who shows audiences the "dark side of human nature". He was rated second in the category "monster enjoys killing" by the participants, and believed to have "superhuman strength". Michael was rated highest among the characters in the "monster is an outcast" category." - Excerpt from Wikipedia.

So how about him vs Jason Voorhees this time?...

Loner moaner

I always questioned myself whether I was a born loner. Or could it be as my brain grows as a kid, I developed this psychologically.

I could not call it phobia, because I don't suffer from major kickbacks. I don't really go short circuit like Johnny 5. I don't even have funny reactions.

I sweat.

I sweat profusely when I am surrounded by a lot of people, strangers to be exact. You may want to bend the theory that maybe it was the heat that surround us. The lack of air that adds to the burning.

It is not something that I am aware and have control at. I could be sweating even if I am dropped off at Antartica, right in the middle of a big crowd of strangers. Although the good thing about it is there is a cut off moment. The sweat will stop as soon as I get comfortable to the environment.

Please do not send me to the labs. The people in white are not as friendly as you think they are.

Reality Bites

"Hello my friend. We meet again. It's been a while. Where should we begin? Feels like forever. We've seen our share of ups and down. How quickly life can turn around in an instant. It feels so good to reunite. Within ourselves and within our mind. Let's find peace there."

Everything is in its right place.

"Whenever a dog wins a competition, she will be given a blue ribbon. This is how we got our band's name, "Blue Ribbon Dog". The name is a sort of a metaphor of being number 1 or being the best."

That was 14 years ago. The above quote is what was always being said by our, then frontman, whenever he was asked as to how we got such name. The truth is, when I was in it, I always thought that he made that one up himself, and I never bothered to check the facts of it until a few hours ago, when I came across a picture of a dog with a blue ribbon. That image immediately beamed me up to my final high school year. Reminiscin'.

"Blue Ribbon Dog" was my first ever commitment in doing something with such tremendous effort and hope. All the time and financial sacrifices that I've made in making the band in its right place and the bond that we had between the four of us are worth to be etched down on my memory lane.

We manage to keep it going for 3 years and in the end, the call that we got wasn't what we really hope for. However, apart from all the mess at the end of it, I've learned one great thing out of it. Being 'ambitious'.

A tribute to BRD.

Duty is a poor man's responsibility.

Pete: What the hell is the difference between responsibility and duty?

Michael: You taking drugs again?

Pete: No. This guy in A.A last night, he says "Duty is a poor man's responsibility".

Michael: What's he do, this guy?

Pete: Do? I don't f**kin' know. I think he's a lawyer or something.

Michael: Lawyer?... All right, what he mean is this... Duty is what poor slobs like you do to help rich a**holes like him fulfill his responsibilities.

Pete: (slight pause and thinking) So he's calling me a slob?

Michael: Yeah. Why don't you kick the shit out of him next time?

Pete: Motherf**ker.

Professional Widow

Anybody who are devoted enough to music would know that this is the title of the song by Tori Amos. But who is Tori Amos? I only know Armand Van Helden.



By the way, 2 nights ago, I told myself (no promises yet) maybe I could quite smoking after my last cigarettes pack. Today, when I was down to my last stick. I went and buy another pack. So I'm gonna tell myself again today, that "..this would be my last last pack."

I've been through this many many times, to no avail. The longest I ever went without a smoke was only 2 weeks. Why it is just too hard?

Foremost, here's the top ten ingredients list in a cigarette (I'm not sure how true is this. I thought majority of tobacco content mostly comes from tobacco leaves, and to me that's fucking natural).

Ammonia -- used to increase the absorption rate of nicotine. It's also used to clean your toilet, helps to treat wastewater (poop and pee) and is a key ingredient in liquid fertilizer.

Arsenic -- used as a pesticide on tobacco plants, it remains in the resulting cigarette. If you have a rat problem in your home, you can use arsenic to kill them.

Cadmium -- a metallic compound that tobacco collects from acidic soil. Is the battery in your cell phone low? Use cadmium to recharge it!

Formaldehyde -- a byproduct of cigarette smoke, this colorless gas is commonly used to preserve dead bodies for burial.

Acetone -- another byproduct from burning a cigarette. It's also found in nail polish remover and, like ammonia, is used to clean toilets.

Butane -- this byproduct is also used to help you light your cigarette, in the form of lighter fluid.

Propylene Glycol -- added to cigarettes to keep tobacco from drying out. What it really does is speed up the delivery of nicotine to the brain.

Turpentine -- used to flavor menthol cigarettes. This oil also can be used to thin paint and strip varnish from wood.

Benzene -- another byproduct from burning a cigarette. You can find benzene in pesticides and gasoline.

Lead and Nickel -- Yes, these are metals. Need we say more?

Secondly, back to the question, the thing that made it too hard, apart from Nicotine (which is a very powerful addictive substance) is that "the act of smoking also become an emotional experience. You know that if you are feeling put out, angry or frustrated a cigarette will help you calm down. You come to rely on the cigarette helping you rather than working through these feelings yourself. Once you stop smoking you discover you have to find other ways to deal with life’s little irritations and this can be very hard for many smokers." Now, this part seems like you are having a girlfriend. You know how hard it is to back away from them?...

Anyway, mind the reasons, and I'm going to go through my last pack, as slowly as possible.

(Source:http://health.howstuffworks.com)

Oktober Fest

As I read that he could sip the coffee in 2 seconds I still remember how I did not finish a cup of beer in 2.5 seconds last night.

I walked over without a clue. People are on the stage. People I know. I asked myself, "Why are they up there?" On the stage, there was this table filled with bottles of Carlsberg Gold and one person is pouring the bottle into a cup. The disposable party cup.

I was yapped over.

I was doing this Homer walk totally avoiding the people cheering and clapping all around. I slowly climbed up the stage and greet the others. There were so much lights, so much, I could feel myself melting and losing the sight of the audience in front of me.

At one point, I see no one, but the beers on the table.

This man approached me and tell me that I will have to finish the cup in 2.5 seconds and I would get RM50.

It was such a delighted moment. It is not because I will be having a chance to gain RM50. It is because up there I will have the chance to get one free cup of beer. They had really got the wrong person up on stage. All four of us, definitely did not give a flying fuck about the RM50.

All four of us are thinking, "Yes free beers!"

We nonchalantly walked down the stage. Hugging each other, a sign of accomplishment. We took photo of ourselves bearing the free tee shirt that came along with it.

Indeed. We forking did it like what it was printed on the tee. We fucking did.

Heart Spark

The news of the passing of a friend came as a surprise for me early in the morning. The fact that I only knew about it now which has passed 6 months from the actual time of his death, was really depressing.


I recalled back the time when I was in vain trying to get in touch with him by email and phone. All went unanswered. The reason I knew today was enough to spiral me into a moment of sadness for a while. Even though I didn't know him that well but we had our time working together towards a big goal previously, and we managed to achieve it in the end. The result was so rewarding on my side, that I felt I haven't done anything much to thank him for his contribution.

My condolences go to his family and friends.

May you rest in peace (RIP).

“For death begins with life's first breath And life begins at touch of death”.

and he jumped up and down like a monkey...

On the bleeding edge of reason, sanity, morality, hope, fear, lust, love, hatred, angst and all those other pretty abstractions.



This is where I used to live.



Running on tracks in pouring rain, well past midnight.



Dropping from a twenty-foot cliff into frigid water.



Getting lost in the vibrations of the redemption's song.



Blood, dirt, sweat, miles...broken hearts and bleeding minds.





I want it all...

Where in the world is Hattori Hanzo?

No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't bring it out. Been sitting here for almost an hour. Nothing came out of my head. I guess it only comes out when it wants to. Sometimes you can't force or pushing it. Let alone, making it a habit nor a routine. The pressure of not being in a blank pushed it further away. I tried to find the mindblocks, but I guess I'm just too tired from the workout I did earlier in the gym. Scantily clad ladies... Wait, let's not go there.

My coffee is getting cold. I could sip it all within 2 seconds. Why do we always see a common theme called "book and cafe"? Whats the correlation between these two? Can't we have "DVD and cafe" (not sure whether movie is the opposite of 'book' either).

The living room felt silent, except for the faded sound from the TV as it illuminate the place softly.

I guess I will come back again when my mind is ready. I'm gonna meet Hanzo-san, in my dreams, and get my Katana.

p/s: Happy Birthday, Flintstones.

Ambulance Chasers

The air was damp the moment I step into the train. Finally after 2 stops, I got a vacant seat. Seated to my left was a salaryman in his faded pin-striped suit, wielding a large Nintendo DS, seems to be unfazed by my difficulties trying to squeeze into position. Seated to my right was a lady, probably in late-twenties, wearing a black cardigan over her white blouse. She was fiddling with her 'seemed-new' slim phone intensely. Probably, it's her new found pleasure after many years without sex. As for me? I only have my usual work bag and a little black book in my hand. At one point, I felt that I would be glad to flash out my Android-powered HTC phone which was released 3 years ago. But then again, I thought that my action would cause further dismay to everyone in the vicinity. I'm drowned out by these tech junkies. Raising my white flag, with my head down.

However, I began to find solace in my little black book, and I had it renewed every year.

Do you know how many people committed suicide at the dorms in the factories that producing those handheld gadgets in China?

Rumours had it that these suicidal people were overworked due to the high consumer demand (or due to the greedy executives of these factories accepting an impossible order numbers in order to push for corporate profits) or overwhelmed by the restricted intellectual property policies surrounding the production, due to the strategic reasons by the sole company who invented it (or rather now we said 'designing' it). As a result, we see many unhappiness unknowingly emerged among these workers as they are continuously motivated by the incentives being rewarded for more production of these gadgets. It's like being a mouse in a mouse wheel with food in front of them. The further they run, the bigger the food gets (and of course, no sex at all). So, in the end they brought death upon themselves. But who's to blame?


I'm not a preacher either. How many trees were being cut for my little black book?

An average of 6 (from Wikianswers) trees for a book. In one way or another, I am also contributing to the diminishing nature of this earth.

Therefore, how could we ever find justice in this world? Maybe Annabeth Chase, of 'Close to home' could find it. A sultry fictional prosecutor. My god, she's beautiful. Forget those gadgets or my black book, I'm voting for Canadian.

Blowing prism

It has been rainy quite a lot lately.

As usual this will bring out the pros and the cons. Traffic congestion is unavoidable. We cannot grow out of our mindset that we naturally do not move the car when it rains. In this few weeks alone, I see a few car spin off right in front of my eyes.

The only thing not Malaysian about me is I did not even bat an eyelid. I dropped the gear to low and swing aside, driving off like nothing ever happened. I could imagine how the line would queue up right to Timbuktu after I drove passed.

There is nothing much in life lately.

Then again at times, I could not be telling you that I listened to someone using a 6 and 1/2 inches dildo up her asshole and then telling me that her juice is dripping right out of her pussy.

Wait did I just.....?

Thou shall not lie.

Morning was always somber (or sombre) as usual. I was late to work twice this week. Yeah, everyday for this weekdays. I started to realise for now what a luxury it has been, sleeping. It's not because of the dreams that you had or about to have, but its about having your body being put completely in an idly comforting position for hours. It's about the groggy feeling that you have in the morning when you wake up. Such a finest pleasure ever known to man (besides orgasm), and it's made by nature.


Is it ever so great? Some people might have a contradicting opinion about sleeping. Some says sleeping is the least productive moment in life; 'you'll only get dreams when you sleep'. Some thinks that eventually you'll sleep enough in the grave, and its better to spent all the time that you have and 'live life to the fullest everyday'. Some even went too far by saying that sleeping is the cousin of death. Trevor Reznik, of "The Machinist", would agree with that. He only went to sleep after he found out the truth about himself; a confused delusional psychopath switching in between himself and his alter ego.

To me, this wasn't even supposed to be written or said, nor arguing about what a sleep really is. Nothing can explain this phenomenon, it's just...existed, right from when we were born. We sleep after that.

“Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.” - Ogden Nash

I can't really understand that either...

Retroscopic

On the way back home, I saw a black tom, jumping from one trash can to another. Wait, this scene seems too familiar for me...

Circa 1985, my dad brought home an Intel 8086. I remembered that it was a used computer, probably bought it cheap through the corporate pc replacement cycle thing he had at his office. He explained that it can calculate complex numbers calculations easily by the touch of a button (well in those days, that was the most cliche words to ever explain what a computer is). For months, I spent my time observing him from behind, yearning to get my hands on it. Whenever he's out for work, I would imitate him typing on that thing. One day, he called me up and wanted to show me something. He let me sit in front of the screen, and that thing loaded up a picture. Amazing. The colours were bright, the screen was bit-mapped (you can see the boxed edges). Although the picture wasn't really that perfect, but it came up to a nice feel when it started to flow some sound from the back of its CPU box. After repeatedly been asked to get a hand at this x86 family, I guess my dad took pity, and bought for me a game called the Alleycat.

And that was the start of my wandorous experience of the PC world and it was my first game ever. To me at that time onwards, the PC was all about games, games, games, endless bus trips to Ampang Park, and games...

Until the introduction of mIRC. Well that's a different story.

Big pun

Little did I know, an e-mail arrived in my inbox inviting me to blog.

It is like ringing the bells like it was 12 on a Sunday. Cut shells being in a forced gun play.

Then I realised I am not Gza the Genius, and the rhymes above doesn't justify the gap that we leave this spot called FutureKL. The world has now changed, virtual and reality, hand in hand.

Is Vlad going to put on his Mexican hat, a gun on his right hand, and a bottle of Tequila on his left? Will he shoot straight after a couple of shots from the deadly poison?

Then again, we all know the answer. He just don't give a fuck.

For a short moment there, I thought Mohammad Ali gave me the invitation.

Death Magnetic

I woke up this morning to the brightest sunlight ever. Weather has been absolutely perfect lately. It was a little early and there was a lot of time for me to spend on.

Went for a walk. I haven't had a proper outing ever since I'm back here a week ago. With this perfect weather, it was a really relaxing walk.

I went to Metallica concert yesterday. Good old' James Hetfield and co., still going strong after 20 years. Their songs will never fade. Listening to their songs, I could reminisce back my chilhood days. During of which all of the guys would play Metallica songs with great effort and made it as a benchmark for being a good guitarist.

The last time I went to a concert was like 5 years ago. The sight of the Arena was a really big relief for me and made me feel satisfied at how I spent my time this weekend.

A tribute to them. Allow me to embed their finale song of the concert to this blog.

Sound of the wall

Being alone makes you feel paranoid. You kept on thinking whether you've locked the door, or whether you have switched off all the home appliances when you left the house. You just have to trust your instinct on this one.

I got deadlines to catch up and had to fill up all the responsibilities left behind by those ignorant... I must get a fucking A for this, for showing that I care just about everything in the office.

Went out of the office when it starts to get dark, it was the most chilling weather I ever felt for months. Had my jacket on, but I was still shivering.

Night was dark, but the streetlights lit up the whole area. You could still see their faces clearly from a block away.

"What a beautiful city this is."

Don't lose your spirit.

I just can't understand how people think that they are right, when it is dead obvious to other people that they are dead wrong. I wish that I could ignore the needs of a diplomacy in such relationship, and to spill all the beans, get on that car and drive off.

The night is getting old, I need to get some sleep to 'fight' for the next day at work.

We are all scientists now.

What can i say? At this point, I just felt like writing again. There were many changes in our lives for the past 10 years. We are all scientists now. We learned, failed and learned again. That's how it works. I know for a fact that my interests in life now are totally different. Gone were my adolescent days, living my own life to its fullest. Now, I am living my life for everyone I love. I am trying to give my best, and let the people in my proximity enjoy my company. This place would be my only way to depict my journey, wherever, and whenever I can. Thank you.