Restlessness...

Perhaps it's the two glasses of teh ais I had just now, but I'm actually beginning to freak out. Regardless, it's too late to turn back now. Much against my wishes, my prolonged hiatus has failed to prepare me for this precise moment. I feel like I'm being engulfed by a tempest of emotions. Time and time again, I tell myself I will not cry. And I doubt I will.

tick tock tick tock...

The clock is ticking. My final twenty-four hours is approaching, and how do I feel? I'm pretty sure there's a whirlpool of emotions swirling within me but perhaps it's too tiny and vapid at the moment for me to truly affect it. I've heard the day before your departure is when the rush will set in and honestly aside from the mild occasional jitters, I'm quite listless actually. But then again, it's not my final day yet as I'm nocturnal and stuff. Nevermind.

Anyway, in spite of only having less than a couple days left and Mr.paranoid for a dad, progress with packing has been rather slow. I still have a few essentials to shop for which I hope I will go get later. Friends have been pestering me to organise a farewell party although I have made known my serious disinterest, or rather laziness. Nevertheless, I'd strive to at least organise one more mamak session with the close ones. Either way, I can officially say bye to my life of bumming which is probably the saddest part of leaving. haha. Eight months, eight months. No work. Just bumming. I should fuckin' get a medal for it. haha.

Anyway, back to writing down my list of things to get tomorrow. Until next time, Au revoir.

My return

After a long dry spell, I have decided to revive this ohsodead blog of mine. It's not because I was struck by a sudden urge to broadcast my life to the world again. Instead my recommencing this blog is more of a matter of personal convenience.

As some may know, I'm scheduled to jet off to Vancouver, Canada approximately a fortnight from now to further my studies. As a regular guy who has friends(i think lol), I'd be expecting quite a number of queries about my experience abroad and reciting a rehearsed telling over and over again does take its dreary toll on someone. Therefore, reviving my blog would be most beneficial as it makes it easier for everyone to keep abreast with the developments of my life over there without me having to labour repeatedly over the details.

And also, since I've decided to rejuvenate this blog, I might as well be updating it with other ponderings which may or may not be pertinent to my sojourn in Vancouver so keep watch.

Until next time, Au revoir.

Sweet?

Peep this video. What are your thoughts about it? Well, personally I applaud the guy who put this heartfelt video together in an attempt to convey his love to his special someone and I really hope it worked out for him. But in this modern day and age where stalkers and desperados freely roam the streets hellbent to have their sentiments reciprocated, are such actions considered sweet and touching or borderline mawkish and desperate?

PS: the cute drawings are called Pon and Zi, brainchild of Jeff Thomas. Google it up.

Miaow!!

Love and Relationships

Just give it a look. Who knew the truth could be so funny. But they also say that the truth hurts. So if Truth = Funny and Truth = Hurt , does it mean that Hurt = Funny ? If these assumptions were true, then we are all sadomasochistic by nature. But I digress... Haha.. Anyway, watch the vid.

Untitled

I was just vibing to the 'Nas is Like' instrumental the other day and I was really feeling it so I ended up penning a short 16 to it. Still looking for a title though. Any ideas? Anyway, enjoy.

Life and death, I'm well-versed in both the sciences
Calmly rode the lions on to the road to zion
Oppose Poseiden, thrown into throes of violence
In search of the meaning of life, and I hope to find it
The fate foretold by mayans, is it false or reality
My destiny, written on cave walls in arabic
A heretic, I've spent half my life questioning god
but its in desolate times that the lesson is taught
I derive my passion from the tumult of restless storms
My spirit will not burn out until ashes form
From pens to mics, objectives sanctified
As I aim to conquer the margin between land and sky
its too soon to tell, how my doom is dealt
inhale the aether of the heavens or choke on the fumes of hell
I refuse to dwell on the earthly pursuits of wealth
what use is gaining the whole world if I lose myself