I wanna Run

Industrial attachment will be coming to an end in another two more weeks and to be honest, 3 months is too short a time for training in such a field. There's so much more to experience, to learn, to improve on and to prove. But I'd be lying if I said I don't look forward to resuming campus life.

All the same, it was an immense pleasure I had working here, learning the few tricks of the trade. And maybe, just maybe, it'll be what I'd consider doing for long term upon graduation.

Took day off yesterday to catch' V for Vendetta' with a friend and to shop around. The movie was absolutely swell with a decent plot and an excellent script. It's one of those movies which has brilliant dialogues, incorporating cynicism and sarcasm with a touch of wit to great effect, not excluding the well-taken excerpts from Shakespeare's works such as 'Macbeth' and "Twelfth Night'. Played by Hugo Weaving, 'V' is as slick and suave as one gets. Man, that Guy Fawkes mask looks so damn cool on him.

For those who fancy a fresh action piece, I'd definitely recommend this

Current mood: Snow Patrol, Run

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all i've done.

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Anywhere from here

Light up, Light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
It makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do.

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess.

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear.

Autumn's here...

...and leaves are a-dropping

Castle Alert

The Castle in Bangsar sucks. Big time.

Expecting a hip crowd with lotsa chicks, I was clearly wrong when I was instead greeted by the sight of a 50-year-old uncle dirty dancing with a hooker lookalike. With the crowd mostly made up of Indians, Malays and a handful of Africans, the club was overly loud with its brand of R&B music (where's the trance?!) and the chicks? None visible throughout the night. That's just plain sad I have to say.

After a few boring hours of watching people shake their asses on the dancefloor, the bachelors decided that enough was enough and we took to the streets, in need for some serious eye washing while friends with their significant halves stayed back at the club to do their "thing".

My messed up night didn't stop there though. Instead of drinking myself into a drunken stupor and then chauffered home, I ended up being the sober one driving the drunkards back as they were happily in "Drunkland". I don't understand how, after straight shots of Jim Beam on rocks, I still didn't come close to getting drunk. It was one of those what-the-fuck-nights.

On a bright note, I finally found "Sleepers" by Lorenzo Carcaterra at Payless and it was a bargain at RM 36. Also got Stephen King's "The Talisman" and the first book of his Dark Tower series, "The Gunslinger".

Damn I'm in a mood to annoy so tell me, anyone knows where to hire a 1950s classic housewife?

Busy as a bumblebee

Been very busy most of the week with assignments coming my way at breakneck speed. Looking forward to the weekends where I'll be off to a few birthday parties. And this time, I'm gonna drink unreservedly and club all night long baby.

Here something to entertain y'all while I'm gone.


We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.

Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,
Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.

When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs,
Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,

Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout'
And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went...

- Johnny Cash, Jackson

Breathe

Finished work at about 8 yesterday and as I was walking out of the office building, glad for the passage of another tiring day at work, put on the earphones of my mp3 player and literally 'walked' through life's different seasons in that brief 20 minutes

As I reached the station, a smile slowly formed on my lips and I looked up to the sky, saying a small prayer of thanks for god's graces.


2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a Day", he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year.
"Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.

- Anna Nalick, Breathe (2 AM)

Bored, bored, bored

So here I am, on a beautiful Sunday morning, in the blardy office, blogging away instead of being in the comforts of my bed. Hell, it just ain't the way to be working on a Sunday when the sky's so blue and when you can see the thick white clouds over your head. And worse is when you have nothing to do until 5 in the evening.

Weekend at home was great though. Hung out with me mates on Friday at some mamak near The Curve and smoked "pot". Just kidding fellas, weed kills ya, "shisha" pawns. Somehow or other, we ended up at CyberHit in ss2 after that and something incredible happened,

I OWNED USING DROW !!!! whoooohooo!!

Am still a noob but damn happy leh cos some of my frens are pro players. Man it was a good time we had, the "pemusnah's". *laughs*

Then mom decided to take a short trip to Genting with sis and they won't be back until tomorrow so me dad and I had the house to ourselves on Saturday and there's nothing cooler than lazing around with your dad and shooting the crap out of each other.

Watched Cold Mountain and Ray on the idiot box and while Ray wasn't as good as all that hype suggested, Cold Mountain was fantastic. The settings, the acting, the plot, the music, that thick southern and northern American accent, fantastic I tell you. Hope to get myself the book by Charles Frazier by this week if possible.

So there you go, a full review of my weekend. And it's another week gone already.

Mondays bloody suck. Shite.

You have no idea

It's a pleasant surprise to hear compliments like that coming all round.

Guess I'm finding my rhythm once more.

Damn I must be good. Where are the drums fellas?

A New Chapter

I remember it was not too long ago where instead of going back to the mundane routines of life, I took a chance and stepped out of my comfort zone to take up something brand new.

Looking back at it now, I gained some and lost some and yeah, it was a breath of fresh air. But it is time now to close that chapter.

So let's hope this new one marks a fresh start in the ratrace of a world I'm in.

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden growsI just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone

Maybe I will never be
All the things that I want to be
But now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
We're gonna live forever
Gonna live forever
Live forever
Forever

Oasis, Live Forever

Marching on by

It was a wonderful moment I had today as I was walking that short stretch to my office after an assignment in Kelana Jaya.

A pity really I didn't have the luxury of a lush green field to lie on nor the time of letting the sun rays beat down on my face a little bit longer and holler to Oasis' "Don't Look Back in Anger" at the top of my lungs.

But it was good anyways. Little moments like these do make your day.

Enjoy your week folks.


If I could open my arms
and span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
making a lake of the East River and Hudson
And if I could open my mouth
wide enough for a marching band to march out of
they would make your name sing
and bend through alleys and bounce off other buildings

I wish we could open our eyes
to see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
if you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
that I live like a hermit in my own head
but when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown (4x)

Your love is gonna drown (4x)
Your love is gonna...

Death Cab for Cutie, Marching Bands of Manhattan

As fate would have it, I met him at a press conference at the National Science Centre yesterday.

And it was surprising to find out, later on, that I actually had a good first impression of the fellow. Well spoken, asking sensible questions and all. Until I saw his name tag that is.

After the press conference when the both of us were standing outside, and as we locked eyes for that mere second, I felt sorry. Sorry for his family who doesn't know the real facet behind the mask he so skilfully crafts and hides his other half. Sorry for those who fell victim to his delusions.

That was when the photographer tapped me on the shoulder and told me it was time to go. As I was leaving the hall, all the anger that I felt dissipated and was replaced with something totally different.

If what I heard yesterday is true and something is going to be done about it, then by god I wish the man the worst of luck.

And I hope he saw the disgust in my eyes.