listening: Emilie Simon - Fleur de Saison
mood: i dreamt of san pedro

You see things; and you say "Why?" But i dream things that never were; and i say "Why not?"

George Bernard Shaw
Irish Playwright
Back to Methuselah


I find myself bored! sad! sick!

bored with the nothing to do when whole day sitting at home realizing my left hand is better than my right till late night where i'll make the move to the coffee shop with other bunch of people like me drinking teh ice and talking bout the morning papers we read, the bills we received, the sad life of ours and GROsILF passing by.

Sad with my age when others like me already serving the nation and some pursuing better qualifications while i'm still waiting for my final revision and final exams and examination exams and short courses and assessment and god knows what else that going to burn my pocket.

And sick with all the above.as long as i'm happy thanks to the ok-ah-gerek-nak-mampos-kadang-kadang-irritating-tak abes-abes-ajak-gi-tengok-overseas-movie-tapi-tak-jadi nye friends who only knows what each of us have gone through and going through even though it sound gay which i don't mind if any of us are one or going to be one or not even one or whatever.
Think of it. Thats what bestest of friends are for. I just choose to show my different side to different people differently.

I need to go out somewhere to reflect and decide
I give up! I'll carry on