7. Tribute to my Brain

Ideals/Stress-talk

Dreams. Hopes. Wishes. Are they just psychological references to what we couldn't attain?

I just wished I don't wake up from my sleep and continue the dream(good ones not nightmares) as I have always been living in. But then again, I just mentioned, "wished". So how?

They just lead to and beckon more questions and more hopes, and not all hopes come to live. When one dream is achieved, I don't think I feel any satisfaction as expected. That's the way and meaning, isn't it? Fulfill your dream but nothing comes free and no good life comes without hard life and stress(in this 21st century). So the excitement fades and the enthusiasm dies as challenges and obstacles surface. But I think that's the way, of course. The test. The game we play in life to test our true self. Then the ultimate dream is to die. This is the realistic view of achieving a goal. What about a kid dreaming to be Superman?

And, if we die before our dreams come true it's bad for our karma... unless we are positive about it. These are all non-answer-able questions and please no, don't look into any bibles for answers. BUT, I believe in prophecies(actually they depend on how you perceive an event eg. "a star will fall" can mean "the International Space Station crashes and burns" or "Britney Spears loses fame"). I will just go on and live with it anyway, cos' in this world I just don't have the balls and kind of heart that would reject to all conformities as a maverick plus I am a bit of hedonistic(Hedonism) and I like the idea of being a stoic(Stoicism. So altogether I have all the principles that contradict in me. But I still need to breathe, eat and bathe like humans. I, one of the children of Earth shall stand up and live up to my dreams and that means being determined and persevere. Laziness is somewhat an vengeful trait passed on from our previous lives, I'd think like that. Again, we are playing being tested. Tests in life are games. Survivors die gracefully. Losers die dissatisfied. This is a tribute. Walk on home, boy. Dream on.

[song title thievery from Tenacious D - Tribute, Pantera - Walk and Aerosmith - Dream On]

Well, something related for viewing and listening pleasure, Ozzy Osbourne - Dreamer from the album Down To Earth. Dreams are just unreal. You gotta really listen to this..

6. Selection, Kerachut, Party, Hikathon, Mourning & Doughnuts

Friends & Families

The other title for this post would be SHANDY WITHDRAWAL
The song Drowning Pool - Tear Away just ended and Sum 41 - Still Waiting plays, I skipped it and Abba - S.O.S is playing.

For those who missed and already lazy to scroll down to read my post on Booby Trap, here it is. Lynn Anderson - Blue Bayou is playing now. And then... m*lei Samsons - Kenangan Yang Terindah.

UPDATE: For those who had read this post, be updated by looking for the sentences in white(except date and title). I think I am lazy to post photos and videos. But if I do, I will post update.

April 17th - MIAT Test & Interview Day

Venue is at Pejabat Mara. I wore my oversized long-sleeved shirt and slacks and brought with me my Free School tie(so proud of it, but I didn't wash it so there's dirty spots). Meet up with Jonathan. IQ test session. First 5 questions were English word meanings, next 5 were basic physics calculations and so on IQ related questions. There were 50 questions and we were expected to finish them in 30 minutes time...obviously we're not geniuses. I blindly shot last 10 questions due to insufficient time(I'm shaking inside, the room is soooo cold, even with long sleeves). Next is the interview. It went fine and there went my certified true copies of certificates to the lecturers. Later in the day, Hooi, Meng Jon and I went to Botanical Gardens to warm before our Kerachut trip. We ended up hiking up to Point 46. Jon almost got lost but come on, his muscles were not invisible to be spotted by passers-by. Our leg muscles were freaking pumped up. aha, I wore weights and hiked ok. We cancelled the Kerachut trip because of potong stim reasons but by 12am the trip was set to on again due to certain stim reasons.

[Avenged Sevenfold - Critical Acclaim just played followed by Charlie Clouser - Hello Zepp and now Boxcar Racer - There Is]

April 18th - Kerachut Hike & Beach Trip
Departed at 9.30am. Stopped by at 7Eleven to buy drinks and food for lunch. Chauffeur of the day is Mr. Ng Khang Yang driving a powerful manual transmission white legendary drifting Proton Saga who led us to the end of the world(yes, the name of the place is End of the World, at Teluk Bahang a few hundred metres from Muka Head). Hike started at 10.20am(can you imagine young men like Hooi, Jon and I actually hiked twice in 24 hours). Ended one hour later at 11.20am sharp. It's a first time hike for Ye-Wheen and he made it through without breaking a sweat(I'm so proud of him). Also the first time visit to Pantai Kerachut for Jon, Hooi and YW. erh, I don't need to put so much details here ok, just usual boys' beach activities. The highlights were Hooi's Divebombs, YW's headbang somersault(YW, you still doing it huh since ebod room days), my burial in sand with stick and fruits, Jon's Olympic swimming rounds and KY's saltwater drinking. YW actually did a real headbang somersault which landed him headfirst onto the seabed. As usual, he woke up laughing as if he watched Hannibal suffocating his victim underwater. I was the only one topless while leisuring at the beach. That also explained why I was the only smothered with very minor body sunburns. We found out our truths, we were afraid of crocodiles and anacondas. The walk back barefooted to our campsite was a trip to hell and back, the seemingly soft beach surface teemed with stove-hot boiled sand, shattered sea shells, spiky conifers and for me, my already hell-scarred foot sole(I had earlier ran through them and it's just like stepping on glass shards). Then, we had lunch. Bread, tuna, egg, luncheon meat, rollercoaster rings, nyonya kuih and pistachio nuts. After an hour or less of nap we left the beach by boat with a cost of RM10 per person back at 3.45pm. Headed to Restoran Padang Kota Lama(our lao ti fang) at esplanade to have our tea time. Mee Sotong, Coconut Shake Drink and Ais Kacang. Then, we moved our asses to Dewan Sri Pinang to meet some pretty girls(the girls of JKJK gang), YW and I actually needed the toilet too for some bladder and stomach action. So, a few slaps and shoutings occured, and then followed by hugs, aww... friendship just can't be certified without some hehe; even spanking a male friend approves friendship. ok, enough enough back. Back home.

Make your way to the Inner Sanctum and Nahhhh. for more details and different side of stories of our Kerachut trip. Wait if they haven't posted it up yet. If you would, then keep updated for this part of post I will change the links directly to their updates. There, here is Ye-Wheen's side of the Kerachut trip.

Cancelled - uploading of videos and photos.

[oh many songs played, Avenged Sevenfold - Beast & the Harlot playing now. And then Rage Against The Machine - Guerilla Radio]

April 19th - Yik Sean's House Warming Party (a.k.a nutmeg celebration hehe)
Slept till 12pm. Had cereal for breakfast. Had fried rice for lunch. Bathed. Back to sleep. (zzzzzz... fast-forwarded) There we were at Yik Sean's nutmeg estate eh no, I mean his house. A buffet party. I thought the food choices were not as many as you would see in hotel but the quality is top-notch for my taste. oh, my gang was me, YW, Hooi, Jon, Jonathan and Khang Yang. Why the gang? Why the segregation when we are all friends? I mean, you can see boys mix with boys only and girls at another table mixing with only females. Exception for Joel's wife. We all saw the man!!! Then we played cards and drank Anglia Shandy which KY stresses that the label read "mengandungi tidak lebih daripada 1.0% alkohol" so to gain our confidence in him to drive us home. The victim would be the passenger sitting beside him in the car. Exchange of goodbye and thank you greetings took place as we made our way out from the house. We were sent by Mr. Joel Lim Shyang Jun(our ex-chauffeur), Yik Sean and his parents. Very warm and welcoming people they are. Shandy withdrawal symptoms showing up. Queasiness and headache. It's just plain water mild boozing and partying so... urh head for the shower and bed. Total shut eye began at 3am. Timed to wake up at 6am. 3 hours to rest before the big day

April 20th - Hikathon(confession of the muscles sinews)

Father saved me from dying in my dre-.. nightmare, very horrifying. Left home at 7.10am to head for the battlefield, Youth Park. My comrade was Mr. Kang Chin Hooi. Donning the Hikathon attire; plus Saw DVD in my bag and Horlicks sweets in Hooi's pouch, we got ready at the Starting Grid, but not the front line. Flagged off at 8am sharp. Sweeeet... no one cheering for us(not even boys). The route was muddy and slippery but that didn't deter us from downtuning our pace. A few overtakings took place, we got the proud and great feeling when overtaking because it showed that we're faster and please make way for us. I gladly brand myself as the Uphill King as I have so much energy stored and efficiently combusted to retain the adrenaline rush when battling the arduous gradient of Bukit Cendana. On the other hand, I gave the title Downhill King to Hooi for he virtually teleported so much further from me and literally disappeared out of my field vision after he managed to overtake a handful of "tractors" and "steamrollers" who actually dragged us along behind a lot. But in the end, my ass cracked and released the chemicals "The Booster" and "I-Cant-Feel-Tired". Crossed the finishing line and was ahead of Hooi by 7 places. We clocked 1 hour 30 minutes for this approximately 9km stint. The time limit was actually 3 hours. So we received a certificate each for finishing on time. One of the winners was a 72 years old man. I also heard another winner which I thought was the best finished in 40 minutes time. Respect. Shandy Withdrawal resumed. Sorry to disappoint my friends(the JKJK girls) again... was invited to go watch their play at Dewan Sri Pinang, but I didn't go. At least KY went with Meng Jon. Still, I feel bad, I was always like this too. Turning down invitations is just me. More disappointments will occur I presume and ultimately I know it will hit back on me. Oh, here it is you can take a look at the brochure map for the hikathon, courtesy of www.pac.com.my

XD

Oh, yeah I don't know what happened to him. When I looked at him, he looked pale, cold and wet. He seemed to be dead. I was mourning after finishing the hikathon. I dismantled him and wiped him dry and let him dry under the sun. So disheartened. He is my mobile phone. Maybe my bottle spilled water in my bag or just the misty and wet condition during the hike up the hill. It didn't respond either. But 9 hours later, it woke up. ahh...relieved. But his face is clammy. ah...I don't have to tell you about him so much. For the time being I am using my spare phone so no problem. Not anymore. He's awake but his screen lights are a little bit blown.

XD

Alrighty, other than Roti Canai, I like... Donuts! I really liked them. ok I sound like a girl now confessing about his/her favourite stuffs. My super favourite is Dunkin' Donuts but I guess I won't be so obsessed with it anymore for maybe these few years or for life because erh... I had so much of it when I was not really in need of them way back in Genting last year. Hooi and I bought a box of 12 pieces to treat our friends but there was lack of team work. So both of us had to struggle to finish them, pity Hooi who suffered more than me. And then 2 weeks ago, this sweet girl whose name is Ms Tan Kai Wen(1/4 of the JKJK gang) brought KY and me donuts back from Dunkin' Donuts. I had them for supper. And tonight, I bought one piece from Queensbay, no not Missy Donut(not very good yet not affordable) but Jusco bakery. Eaten half, again it's tongue-job. Saved the other half for breakfast. ok, thats' all about me and donuts. huh..a lot of mentions of JKJK. Ok, let me introduce to you if you haven't know, JKJK gang comprises of two sweet girls and two unemployed Mister Universe-more-than-man men members. They are Janina, Kai Wen, Khang Yang(occupied already)and me(still single) the cold and cool one. And I'd love to copy some people's phrase(I am sorry if any of my close friends actually used it; I advocate the strong opposition on behaving like that but I have no right to teach you, your style ok), *Be Jealous.
hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

Ok again, I am kinda reliving my interest in listening to Limp Bizkit. Special thanks to Fred, Sam, John, Lethal and Wes for creating such mosh-pit music genre. So I hereby attach a video for your viewing and listening pleasure. I present you, Limp Bizkit - Rearranged from the album Significant Other. Enjoy dudes & babes.

5. BOOBy Trap

Ideals

What is the definition of booby trap? Or rather what do you comprehend of the term?

To me and friends, it means a set of accident-causing reagents. Let's find out more about the reagents, catalysts and stressors...

Aim: To identify the booby trap that exist
Problem Statement: What does it mean by booby trap?
Hypothesis: Booby trap causes accident
Variables:
M V: Girl wearing 3-size-smaller clothing, girl wearing oversized clothing(cleavage not revealed)
R V: An accident
F V: The girl(pretty, sexy and slim), car travelling at the same speed, driver and passengers maintain normal conversation, very civic-conscious(signals are used and traffic laws and rules are obeyed) traffic with occasional stops
Materials/apparatus: Sexy clothing, loose clothing, car, other cars, pedestrians
Technique: Recording the consciousness and concentration of the driver and passengers and witnessing the accident if any
Procedure:
1. Drive the car. Chat with people in the car.
2. Place a girl wearing the oversized clothing at the roadside. Let her walk.
3. Let pedestrians walk across the road and other cars making sudden stops or doing reversing which cause the traffic to slow down and eventually stop if necessary.
4. Observe and watch what happens. Record the results.
5. Repeat steps 1 to 4 by replacing the girl's clothing to the super fitting size.
Results:

First test showed negative result. No accident occurred. The driver took a glance at the girl and then quickly shifted his view and concentration back at the road. The driver safely slowed down and eventually came to a safe stop.
Second test showed positive result. An accident occurred. The driver took a glance at the girl and then quickly shifted his view back at the road but turned his head back again to look at the girl(eyes were opened wider too). Conversation was sidetracked, admiring the girl lecherously such as "waaa, hot!", "waaa, look at that!" and "waaa leima, tualiap lo k*nineh!". One of the passenger went paused to his amazement and the other suddenly shouted to his horror, "OIIII! GOT CAR IN FRONT!!!". The driver then shifted his body position to face the steering wheel and the direction of his driving lane in a speed faster than the speed of sound. However, it was too late. The car rammed into the back of the other car which was in the middle of the road reversing to get into the lane.
(Positivity and negativity are relative to the hypothesis of the experiment conducted)

Conclusion: Booby trap causes accident. Booby trap is a natural phenomenon whereby an attractive figure appears out of nowhere and catches attention greatly in the event that if victims are to be caught unwary they are to face the consequences themselves and eventually catalyses following distasteful events which lead to death ultimately, if the circumstance where the booby trap prevail is hazardous, e.g. busy traffic.

XD

That is a brief evidence I have to describe about "booby trap". The second result is actually a reenactment of what I experienced except that the accident did not happen, the car was stopped dangerously but still managed to safely pull out from accident. I was merely the person who went paused. It is a little bit exaggerated ok...don't take it too seriously, we are still sane, safe and sound. It's kinda stressful huh..trying so hard to concentrate on driving when suddenly something that is so sweet to the eyes tempt us. hehe

This post is in no intention to offend any party in the use of words such as "girl", "tight clothing", "oversized clothing", "cleavage", "pretty", "slim", "sexy" and some other lewd expressions used.

Laugh out loud people...and LTMAC is my version, short for Laughing Till My Ass Crack.

4. Melancholy Call of Distress

Personal

My suggestion is that you keep yourself distant cos' right now I'm dangerous(excerpt from Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff). True enough, it's even disturbing to myself. So rather you waste time reading this personal mental torture you should caress time reading a melancholic confession written by my friend or the invisible agnostic truth by another friend.

This is getting uglier. This dream is so vague. My hopes are all falsely created. And I'm doing things to hurt myself more and more. I thought I could live with and through it with pride and sanity. Instead, I drive myself insane now. I hurt myself to hide my own disenchanted misery. I know no love except for my family and the love for friendship, I think love is still only just a word to me but I am just like you and everyone else so called humans with feelings and maybe emotion and the sensory receptors for pain. So again I am unable to express it out I use people's lyrics to convey my despair. Thank you musicians. I welcome the lyrics from Guns N' Roses, The Who, Limp Bizkit, and Avenged Sevenfold. The white colour highlighted words are words I feel have no connection and meaning to what I intend to express. Enjoy, while I try to enlighten myself. I just need a little time, this kind of depression just needs EST(extra sleeping time). ya noe, this is part of a story of a man who works as hard as he can just to be a man that stands in his own but the book always burn as the story takes its turn and leaves a broken man.

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
(The Who - Behind Blue Eyes)

It's getting closer to the end, every part of me
Then disaster takes its toll and now I'm left with only me
Maybe sorrow plays a role when you feel unkind
Your abuse is medicine, and i'm forever lost in time

Save me, save me before I drown

It's getting closer to the end, I look back and smile
We conquered every single bump in my road, made it all worthwhile
Just remember how I cared when it came crashing down
I'd like to toast to all those angels that were always hanging 'round

Maybe life ain't what it seems, 'cause it's all a dream
Forgive me
Sometimes I feel like a fool, 'cause I'm so uncool*
Forgive me
(Limp Bizkit - Drown)
*hah, it depends what kind of cool you want to label me with

That's it, I don't feel a thing now. Did I fake my own stress? I don't know. My heart has four chambers and a very strong muscle in the centre. I kept all my feelings there, but it seems that the left ventricle which holds the largest portion of my heart for her is now not getting any blood supply. It beats very slowly now and I am not doing anything to keep the pace. I think in the end that chamber will still keep a memory of her been there before, in stagnance but it's not lifeless maybe it's just dormant. I don't know, I can't prove my clairvoyance and I can't foretell. It's just a game I play myself and the brain creates, manipulates and does the punishing unto myself(Charlie Clouser - Hello Zepp song is playing right now, no wonder I use the term game). As I kept her there, I went on to hurt the other parts as though to drill a hole for the flow of blood into there. The hurting is a constant electric short-circuiting of the poor little neurones to the brain and fro(which means that I am dealing with my mind). Physically and visibly, I am doing what I didn't want to to make myself feel good or doing what I wanted so badly but having the guilt running in my veins. You wouldn't want to understand this. I don't know. I can't foretell and I can't prove my clairvoyance. But my instinct earlier prompted me set up a poll on what you think about me. By the end of the year, a silent revelation(thievery of title from Galneryus' song) is made. Send me to the sanitarium dudes..

So, I will try my best to seize the day or die regretting the time you lost; it's empty and cold without you here, so many people to ache over (excerpt from Avenged Sevenfold - Seize The Day).

Thousand apologies(also another thievery of title from Lost Prophets), I wrote this blog out of no where in my mind. It just doesn't make any sense at all if I were to think about what I am writing and it just f*king kills time (especially my sleeping time). I'm really fine, thank you.

3. Rockshow, Movie Marathon & Hair

Friends & Families

April 12th - Penang Free School Annual Sports Day
I hear the crowd's roar. I feel the wind blowing, caressing my jungle surface legs... I drip dry sweat.

...suddenly, I hear all the boys(no girls) started cheering for me. Ah, the adrenaline of standing away from your friends, joining the fearsome leggy runners alongside the gunman. I see the track lines under my feet stretched across the field of 100m distance. At the opposite side, I see... winning of the blaze of glory and losing of the hopes of my supporters ready. I , am participating in the OFA 100m race. OFA stands for Old Frees Association but I am not that old yet... Alumni of the school are considered Old Frees ok.

Alright, the story. My competitors were Dato' Syed Aidid who was a regular participant; Jashan, Sunder, Jonathan Easaw who were my class and school mates; and two other guys whom I didn't bother to remember their names. Seriously, my pride was having a nice time there. Running with the great ol' alumni of my alma mater in this inaugural event on the field that I once stepped foot on and spilled saliva and sweat to unceasingly contend for the podium that was my secondary school, Penang Free School.

Sucker Hooi who was supposed to run together with me backed out which prompted me to do so too. Only to hear the emcee announced that there are still a few places left for participation we wrapped our balls in iron and concrete to go register our names. To my dismay, there was only one spot left and it took me 30seconds to decide whether to back away together or let the solo balls rise. So I alone participated.

There was a photographer who took the picture of us together, Old Frees runners before we get our foot ready. As the gunman pulled the trigger, I felt a squall hitting me and everything seemed to feel like we're being sucked into a vortex of time-defying speeding object and so we leaped into the start. What did you witness in the 15seconds? My 15 seconds moment was silent and focused on working the adenosine triphosphate(ATP) to provide explosive energy but it seemed that in the last 20m I was betrayed by my mitochondria my cheetah-like thighs suddenly turned into crispy golden brown KFC drumsticks. So, I even lost to Dato' whose age is around his 50s'. No regrets dudes and babes. What a surge of honour I felt after running with these people. I then shook hands with Dato' and another guy. Dude, I am in the same league as they are in; the league of people who graduated from Free School. It was really pure fun and enthusiasm. If time and schedule permits, I will in the future(which starts next year) participate again and try sign an agreement with my beloved muscles to avoid "body treason", at least to win top 3(to make up for all the losses during my time in the school).

In short, I won. Guys I won the last place. Just to add, Sunder and Jashan were my friends from my primary school too and I knew Sunder since Standard 1(7 years old). Really, a wonderful experience.

Here is the link, http://picasaweb.google.com/gloface/PFSSportsDay which hosts the photos Eiven took on that day. Spot me if you know how I look like in sports mode.

April 13th - Overnight at Ye-Wheen's
The people are me, Hooi, Jonathan, Meng Jon and Khang Yang but the latter two didn't stayed overnight at Ye-Wheen's due to their good habit of wanting to sleep early. Jo Shua was supposed to join too but he was no where to be seen and heard. So the entertainment agenda goes like this:

• Watch movies
• Play guitars together
• Molest YW's Jackson Dinky electric guitar
  
• Have minimal sleep
• Wake up high

The first show was Ghost Rider on channel HBO. Jon wanted to watch so badly only to experience old television hicoughs, the television just suddenly shut off its screen and went... ah, it deserved YW's harsh beatings(violent and laughable). While watching, we played guitar. We jammed. We taught each other. We tested each other. Damn YW's guitars are all left-handed so we had trouble playing with them. Next, Khang Yang and Jonathan appeared. With food bought from McDonald. I ordered Fun Fries which I wished to pay but in the end, they went into our stomach for free. Oh, yeah, football time. Arsenal scored. Arsenal blundered. Manchester scored penalty. Half time dude. Me, Arsenal fan. Hooi, Manchester fan. Then, Khang Yang and Jon made their way to the exit. Left us early at 11.30pm. Later, we went downstairs to try out the loud speakers system to amplify the electric guitar. It worked. So it was a midnight 4-persons-one night stand in the living room blasting clean shreddings from YW's fingers. The silly system which is not built for electric guitar kept losing signal so it's kinda potong stim when the speakers suddenly went mute. YW left me playing it there while he and the rest went upstairs back to watch Saw III. I could hear the screams of fear and pain(from the movie). Hooi came down smiling to announce the loss of Arsenal to Manchester 1-2, he was actually retreating from a scene of a man being punished by the pain -in -the -pancreas -mandible -hooking -flesh -tearing -muscle -rupturing -trap which John Kramer set up. I joined them a few minutes later.

So the movie marathon for me started. Hooi and I watching Saw III the second time. Bloody. YW enjoys this kind of movie in a different way. I will grit my teeth and clench my fists and feet when I see ligaments and sinews being twisted but YW will laugh and comment, "it's so funny". Next movie was at 2.30am. Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo. ok, we are straight gays, eh I mean straight guys who are still sane and heterosexual. So, 4 of us had a fun time watching that movie which catalysed a few mild erections, admit it dudes.. mild nudity prevailed. The ultimate aim and objective of the whole overnight plan was to watch Saw IV together. It was a movie premier for YW, Hooi and me who are avid Saw movies supporters. I don't know, now looking back I didn't feel that the movie was too exciting and its story kinda ended so fast. I think we were sleepy already at 4am and the movie ended at 6am so our brains were not being stimulated actively. Bed time. One hour later at 7am, Hooi, Jonathan and I woke up, packed and got ready to depart. Goodbye.

In short, we had fun and close-to-nil sleeping time.

April 14th - Monday
After leaving YW's house, I went for breakfast. Ahh, I went to Argyll Road to have Roti Canai. Roti Canai is my favourite food for your information. Good place to go too. I think the last time I went there was 10 f*king years ago when I used to visit Doctor Wong in his clinic two shoplots away. The RC was so crispy and tongue-job tasty. And then I received a call from Universiti Kuala Lumpur, thank god and the people I was called for interview on this coming Thursday. This is for admission to the Malaysian Institute of Aviation Technology(MIAT), any comments? Next destination, Passion Hair Studio. Haircut, babes. RM21. So far I spent RM6+100+5+35+21=RM167 for haircut since October 2007. No more until September I guess unless weeds grow or discipline calls for it.

My hair was this "seducing", see it here.


Later in the day, I started typing this post. I also had one my earliest sleep in ages at 11pm. Continued this post the next morning and finished. Kinda stressful, writing this post heh..just fun.

aha, I have something to share. I would like you to check this out. Only some people will know how to enjoy this or able to find it great. Guys, check this out: http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=s4q3p_o8A6g&feature=related

He is the guy who inspires us on guitars and life. His fingers break speed limits and his brain in making music is just awe-inspiring. He is none other than Buckethead.

2. Patience

As Axl Rose sings in Guns N' Roses' "Patience", "Said woman take it slow; It'll work itself out fine; All we need is just a little patience; Said sugar make it slow; And we'll come together fine; All we need is just a little patience" and "Sometimes, I get so tense but I can't speed up the time; But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider; Said woman take it slow; Things will be just fine; You and I'll just use a little patience; Said sugar take the time". So patience, people.

My dream is not a playground. My dream is not a street. My street is also not a toilet. So, don't expect updates(new posts) like you walk into a toilet to sit and shit or pee. You know, you don't remember dreams easily. It takes time for me to recollect and place the pieces together plus procrastination, distractions and stress. But since I have gained permit to open my dream world for public visiting I vow not to vow to make a deal with myself to display my physical/mental activities in words(will try take pictures too) as regular as possible, like once every week.

1. New Blood Joins

Welcome, to the jungle... sorry, if you didn't intend to end up in a jungle.

Welcome, to wherever you are... yes, so just believe it.

Welcome, to the nest of unfulfilled dreams... the place you surrender your dreams and hopes of escape from this melancholy.

Think, again.
Ain't it fun?
Ain't it sickening?
Trying to gain happiness in a so-called civilized life.
While fighting off sadness.
It does not matter.

Just accept it, you are stuck if you don't look at the bright side but you will be blinded if everything bright emerges and sins prevail. As David Coverdale says in Steve Vai's "For The Love Of God", "We may be humans but we are still animals". So there's the fine line. Read between the lines if you wish to, but it won't do any good. So who the hell or heaven cares if you like to live in a dream? No one is stopping you. Get on with life, will you.

Blogging is such a hot(maybe) thing now so why not I just try some expressing paraphernalia. Maybe friends and family would somehow or in whatsoever way realize that my head or my brain or my mind or my heart or my soul or my ball(s) is dancing in a different world with different tunings and melodies. The world I call and name dream. Not necessarily a fantasy. Not exactly an otherworld. Just dream. We all have dreams. Hopes and wishes. So what's my way of expressing the words I see that you all don't see? Welcoming you into this blog so you can have a stroll in my thoughts which are transcribed into words and projected as light beams from the monitor of your computer and into your eyes to be received as signals so your brain can interpret them. I use man-made English with some minor/major human-error in its proper usage to communicate.

Forgiveness and vengeance is your choice. Life and death is just a perception behind the action of inhaling and zero pulse reading respectively. So, again, please get on with life. I will try as hard as possible in a very stressful way to remain sane and write normally like a human(as you perceive it).

Thank you for reading. Go wash your face and brush your teeth. Don't blame me for pollution.