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.