tis the season yet again

christmas time,
year end blues,

never been so stressed,

but family's here and loved ones too,

making everything not so bad.


ive laughed, cried, shouted and suffered in silence, and i still feel in a bubble i cant break free.

so ive started something everybody's been pestering me to do,

since ive conformed to everything i hated in my youth, i might as well.

good night and good luck.

ive been robbed

the 3rd of december, was one helluva day,

my news show didnt have any mistakes, i thought what a day,

then went to go eat steamboat at aman suria, the place i always heard about that was good,

made so many wrong turns, was too busy talking, got stuck in so much unnecessary jam, finally reached the place, it was not there anymore, its now an old time kopitiam or somthing like that, starbucksy type of places that sell you kopi-o.

fuckin hungry just decided to go Uptown for some lok,lok.

couldn't get parking near DU kopitiam, so parked nearer to vichuda side, crossing the back alleys, thinking how safe this country is compared to what it looks like.

had some lok,lok some monday bah kut teh also, which is really rare. then decided to get some DVDs from ss2.

parked again a street away, more jam cause it was pasar malam. before leaving the car, thought it was safe enough to leave the bags in the backseat, because hell there aint shit in em.

cross the back alley again thinking it looks dodgy but ive been doing it for years. didnt buy much dvds, walked through the pasar malam, didnt buy shit either. wanted to go murni for some supper,

it wasnt open.

when to wong kok char chan teng instead, man it looks really barney like now.

then finally decided to walk back, through the back alleys, safe as usual, then i noticed my car light was on,

i thought shit, fuckin left it on, when in the car, kept repeatedly closing the doors and boot before me and my colleagues realised that all our bags were missing, shit

mother fucka! they fuckin stole the shit, and nothing in the car was broken they only managed to jam the boot section and stole everything from there.

everything worthless, i had no money no shit, just my favourite crappy bag ive been using to travel around australia, thailand, cambodia, singapore, indonesia......it's now its own traveller, i hope it gets sold to some backpacker who ends up in europe, may my yellor rakpack travel places further than i'd imagine, and may we meet up someday at the sunny beaches in ipanema.

abd FUCK you little petty thieves that like stealing useless pieces of crap! have you ever heard of stealing from rich people!?

if you're happy and you know it

this is what it all boils down to,

fri night, sitting alone at happy cafe,

having sliced fish in ginger onion sauce and carlsberg 100 something anniversary brew, big bottle all by myself.

listening to the beatles on the radio and watching my super ex-girlfriend on the tv.

my face, gets harder and harder each day, im starting to look like some war-torn drink seller.

IT aint easy, but i don;t give up that easily,

if it were too easy, i'd be bored anyway.

so cut the shit, tomorrow has just begun.

aight

Darul Relax

It's a great change moving from one big city to another big city to a small city.

I just arrived in the wee hours to Alor Star thanks to airasia,

i Havent done squat yet but seeing how small and connected everything is, im already loving it.

and hell, theres astro and the internet is fast, what more can we want in the new world?

i might just retire in a place like this, selling some crap while im old.

but first, sleep, the most important thing to do in the countryside.

silhouette

it's good to be back,

but as always, i still seem to be caught in this time warp where everything is stagnant.

Thank god for loved ones and food, the small things that keep you going, i must say even the cheap cinema tickets and piracy help to fill all uncertainty.


There's no place like home, there's no place like home,

weird how after i'm back, i still have another home to miss.

I was born to lead not read

Respecta,

to all those ppl at home with families working their arses off so their children have a better tomorrow.

and to all those in charge with the power to change, they are always hated but it takes a special something to be on top

and the blatantly talented that can make or break without effort, just sheer instinct

and all those bathing in the fruits of their own labour, they deserve it despite the amount of ppl they screwed along the way,

because they can and they did, and those who cant are plainly just jealous.

for true humility and righteousness leads away from slander

a bitch is a bitch is a bitch

but arent we all, as in life

Back on my feet again, so insecure

It's like a mountain on the horizon, or the tip of an iceberg.

It looks pretty simple enough to conquer,

then as you get closer it just seems to get bigger and bigger, as for the iceberg, there's even a whole lot that can't be seen.

but the journey has been set forth, and there's no turning back.

im gonna head up on this hill and come down a mountain.

coz that's just the way it is.

(none of the above is any of my original thought, only my mutual feeling, so it aint freakin plagarism that ive said it, im just too lazy to reference, so let it be - anonymous)

Non, je ne regrette rien

There was a boy livin in a man,

With a dick in his hand, he kept trying to make his grand,

But sadly he was on the wrong side of the street.


Right when routine ruled his life,

He figured he needed some spice,

He indulged in full decadence.


When his mind flew faster than his soul,

he knew he needed to stop before he was old,

And that's when he started to realise,

he needed badly to deputize.


But planning was easier than doing,

he fell many times and became more gloomy,

he would need to embrace the harshness,

he would soon see the brightness.


So he walked the mile,

and it made him smile.


And the boy was finally laid to rest.

It ends tonight

Even the toughest might not survive.

You just have to take your cue.

and take what you can get.

I'm just a hired hand, in no man's land.

Let me dream away on the silver screen.

coz, the waiting never stops.

everything counts.

Morchard Afternoon

You finally get out, with more space above, there should be more room for manuevre.

The open spaces are left for the brave or the careless

Exactly.


It doesn't matter how old you are, this city is for the hard working.


Or the hard followers.


In the shadows and camofloauge

There's partying in the streets, but you are still watched closely.

Humiliation is secondary

Frustration is necessary.

To be different, is to be fragile, happiness is the opposite of progression.
(that was probably Freud/Marcuse, i try to avoid plagiarism)

Underground Mornin

We always bitch about the price of fuel and how it controls our lives, since we have to drive cars in a lot of countries.

Public transport is cheap, it's good for the environment and it solves congestion.

That's why i take the bus to work everyday from my temporary home in Hougang.

Or maybe because i just dont have my car down here.
Stuck within the many lego blocks of HDBs.
But you taking the bus to the city would be too time consuming, so i'd get underground if i want to get to the city.
Underground when there is beautiful sunshine on the outside, the price to pay for speed.
Then you hit the heart of Singapore....
...and you wished you didnt get out of bed.

Like little ants in a huge colony.
You try to escape by getting back to the surface, but sometimes the sun stays away, and you keep on going.

My endearment

Ever notice that when u start watching tv for more than 20 years, cable, a thousand channels is just never enough.

Nothing hits the right vibe at the right time, it's just filled with so many things that you just can't be bothered about.

And me and my fellow colleagues around the world crack our heads just to make sure every minute is an experience worthy of anyones 30 to a 60 minutes.

and as usual whenever i doubt it, it just pulls me back in.

there i go flipping between all the reality crap there is out there, to music videos and the history channel, and finally get back to the movies,

terms of endearment was on, jack nicholson steering his car with his foot, that brief scene was enough to hook me in to finish the whole show till 1.30 am in the morning, on a tuesday.

i've probably been to the movies more than i've been to church, two institutions so similar to each other.

you get in to listen to stories about other people, there's sex, drugs, music, drama, war, education and so on.

people get fanatical about both of it, and some are just happy to learn the simple lessons offered and overall there's usually a happy ending, apart from cult movies that are like cults in general.


and u can imagine before the cinema, church was probably the theater that everybody flocked to, it wasn't free either, u can't go to church and not offer anything during collections.


so like both institutions, im fanatical about neither, im not too bothered about the answers to whatever the director has kept from his audience, or the mystery's that god has left us with,

i just take to heart the message of the human condition that both of them lay out.

and i certainly agree to the fact that doing the right thing is usually the harder path,

but a path that leeds to freedom, freedom of fear, and a free man dies contented

and i hate living a totally contented life, but i'd certainly like to die one.

praise be to all the saints and the directors

may we understand the positive messages that have been constructed and have the wisdom to discard the misinformation that lies with interpretation.

this is my prayer

amen and it's a wrap!

Ok Comuter 2

Back to cross the road to the bus-stop, in a distance i can see the 159, my lucky day

as the bus gets closer it turns to the 109, the mind has tricked again, we want to see only what we want to see.

when my bus finally arrives, i wait to get on after the disable-dude does, i see him all the time and also the same girl that wears black slacks to work, i bet she works at starbucks or something.

i stand again waiting for all the bastards students to get off.....nope thats another story

this time it rained like shit, so i tried to call a cab, no hope in hell

whats the point of having so many cabs, but if it rains there isnt enough, dats why ppl need cars! we're in the equator, it rains all the freakin time! how come singaporeans never figured this out?

the only good thing about not getting a cab is, the bus is pretty damn empty, its like a horror movie.

but the trip is short enough, and i reach my destination only to notice that it still is freakin raining like hell.

so i had to figure how to cross the road without getting to an aircond office all wet n shit. i obviously didnt bring any umbrellas or raincoats.

option 1 : i could get into the shade of the bus stop, hail a cab, pay $2.50 just to make a single u-turn

option 2: run like a monkey in heat

option 3: i couldnt think fast enough, so i waved goodbye to my colleague who did bring an umbrella, and left my stop without getting of the bus.

like rosa parks, i sat my ass down, because im not gonna get wet just for getting to work in time!

hell no!

so i traveled where the 159 took me, untill things would clear up and then I'd hail a cab and pay more than i would if i took one earlier at my office stop, but at least the flag fall of 2.50 wouldnt have been a waste.

i crossed highways and byways before the rain finally cleared up, in the heart of Toa Payoh.

all that were left on the bus, where a bunch of old geezers, i was hoping to get off somewhere near a mall or something, maybe i couldve made my trip useful.

so i took my cue from the geriatrics, and got off when most of them got off.

It was weird, almost like in the twilight zone, all this old people coming from everywhere, not just the bus i got off from, but from every nook and cranny all heading towards one building,

i just had to see what was going on, as i got closer, the sign read

"chinese medicinal association" or something like that, my memory sux.

i just stop in my tracks, and told myself to get the hell back to work,

but then i thought, why the hell did i come all this way for? i at least needed to get some tea,
so i head to a coffee shop, and sat myself with the rest of the old geezers that had nothing better to do in life but DIE!

i had my 1.20 teh ping, damn isnt it expensive over here? im never gonna bitch about KL again.

i wondered about life, i was listening to Tiesto on my mp3player, and nothing seemed to fit at all,

so it just meant: get the hell back to work.

I get my ass movin, i hail a cab, i arrive back at work, i pay like $7.00 something something

and realised i should have just paid the flagfall of 2.50 to make a u-turn

or i should have taken a cab from my apartment

BUT DAMN IT ! I COULDNT CALL FOR ONE!

rebel allianced

its midnight, i have work tomorrow

im so not in the mood to blog.......i just have to blog


why must this be?

its like i so dont want to smoke ever, i just need a cigarette

drinking is bad for my liver, but i really need some liqour

im not saving enough, i just have to buy extravagantly

i so want to love, i just have to hate


im like a teenage vampire, so hungry and rebellious, im sticking it to myself

i go against every truthful thought i can think of

is this some mild form of schizophrenia, or does everyone live in two minds.

so tricky i reverse things just to go forward

i feel so lazy i just have to run

its not my responsibility i just take the rap

my heart aches, i just keep occupied

im tired like shit, i can laugh for hours

..................when u try ur best but you dont succeed
when u get what u want
but not what u need
...........i really gotta fix myself, or so ive keep tellin myself for the last 8 years

back in the saddle

Back on the plate,


seemed like yesterday, as comfortable as it gets

will i start choking like owen, or will i Van and deliver.

it doesnt matter, it only means the ignorance is lost, in fact it was lost a long time ago.

Just nobody wants the dehydrating reality that makes some people put a bullet in their head.

we keep spiraling in the same pitfalls, always procrastinating the solution.

it's inevitable, it's only human.

it's me as it's you

we all just need somebody to lean on.........(church choir hums)

so just call on me brother, if u need a hand

dum dum da dum dum da dum dum

more than meets the eye

so straight after work, i and me colleague caught a cab down to orchard

the place is crowded with the youth of the republic, all lookin cool and shit, but i doubt many could get their hands on any drugs

we await another party to hav some dinner, but walkin round the place so long smellin all the scrumptious aromas,

we decided fuck it lets eat, we cheap fellas so we head to the food court, we get a table for 6, he just leaves his bag on the chair and he says "lets go order"

and i says, "nevermind i'll watch the place"

and he says "dont worry my bags here"

and i says, "you just gonna leave it here?"

and he says, "its ok, its singapore"

and i whisper to him "dont ever do that in KL"

so i go look for some food, all packed as usual, seeing the density of the republic is like antz at a sugarbowl.

i go for something fast, not chicken rice coz ive been eatin it a million times, tried some sour spicy noodles, which looks very china the china.

not too bad, not enough, so i ended up with chicken rice anyway also.

the rest arrive, we finish our meals and we head on the screens.

we got delayed 15 minutes, according to the cinema they did not expect extra footage to be added, but we all knew those motherfuckers probably dont know how to read time.

we get in, its a digital projecter n shit, doesnt look sharper to me, but the colours look good,

suprisingly not too many adverts, GM probably bought up the space, it starts

its funny, it has a decent storyline, its super nostalgic, the effects are smooth, the babe is hot i enjoyed for the rest of the 143 minutes.

staring at bucks

in the enclosure of coffee-chess tables, light folky tunes and industrial air conditioning


staring at the heat on the outside, too bright to register as a colour, cars hoping along like salmon at berth


i recall wathcing priceless recently, very classic storytelling, with classy acting, i love audrey tatou although my boss finds her face irritating,

he might have a point, but her acting makes me see past that, that makes me dig her even more.....


today is kinda golden like the cote d zur in the movies, or maybe its just my imagination, the last few days were more like jakarta at rush hour.


im off to suck some green tea powder blended with tap-water-ice-cubes

it never stops

if time permits

soon i wouldve travelled all the stadiums of the land

some nice, some old, some dying

when will people start gathering together instead of sitting infront of a tv dreaming of the ideal

when will people start using their imagination rather than overstimuli of digital digestion

when will we walk instead of raping the earth to sit on our arses

when was before, now its over



i guess we gotta look on the little bright side of life dats left

*whistle*

ok comuter

its back to school, i wake up on time everyday to catch the bus to work

i practically live in an air-cond environment, most of the time at work and back at the service apartment i live in.

so getting out of the house is like coming back from australia, the humidity gets to you, and it's only the bloody morning, when the suns not even at its prime.

i get the daily paper so i dun get bored waiting for the bus to come, one of those big spreads, 80 sing cents for so little articles, but it beats staring at the other horde of people wishing they hadnt woken up so early.

Then at a distance, this orangy-white block on wheels is waiting at the traffic lights just before my stop, im waiting for the 159 but i cant make out the three digits just yet, but im off my seat to get in line and i've finished the main page of the paper anyway.

I'm finally going to be free from this prison of waiting, but no, its the 109, how deceptive, my sentence is lengthened.

I eventually catch the 159 and cram in like a sardine in a can, waiting for a seat, but not desperate for one, since the leg room were designed for midgets anyway, i'm happy standing holding a cold steel pole looking at the bell af it were a button to send some nuclear missile into space, just feeling trigger happy, but there's probably 45 minutes left to go even though its only like a 10 min car ride.

then on the 20th min of the ride, the bus goes empty because it stops at the univeristy, i have a buffet spread of seats to choose from and i happily sit my ass on two seats, spreading my legs staring outside the window, giving the evil eye to all those freakin students, wishing they OD'd on something.

by this time im done with the paper, and i couldnt be bothered to read the classifieds which turns out to be the biggest section. so i decide to dream about my car, my shitty little car back home.

we've been seing each other for more then five years, we've done so much together, been to millions of places, and yes we've had our share of spoils, countless trips to the mechanics and several bumps and dents and the occasional crash.

my car's getting older, faster then me, like a dog would, i wouldnt trade it for the world, but i'm probably gonna witness its destruction.

ding-dong
my stops here, i get to work

fast-forward to the weekends

if im lucky enough to be done in the city before its too late, i can still catch the last few trains home, its usually packed heading to the suburbs, so i continue my stand, offering my sacrifice to god so that children in poor countries have a better life.

i still have to take another bus back, but this time its late, n theres probably only 3 people who get on with me, the lights are dim, i sit right at the back, dead center, like a counterweight to the 2 ton vehicle.

i get to see all the flats lit up, n yes they still look the same, just like the mornings.

last nite i took the wrong/right bus because i didnt wanna walk 400m to the proper bus stop.

right = because it still stopped at my apartment

wrong= because it was the reverse loop, so i had to see everyone get on and off the bus for half and hour before i got home.

no mp3 player, no newspaper, i just played music and movies in my head........new radicals came to mind..........weird.....u got the music in you..............you know this world will pull through.....dont give up.........u got a reason to live........you only get what you give........

man he sounds like every other preacher out there.

how do they do it

copywriters, journalist, authors


great words at their fingertips, does it come easily after thousands and thousands of phrases, cliches, over and over again.

those who write probably have to drown themselves in lots of alcohol or drugs just to find a synonym that works.

whats worse is when you type a piece of crap that other people actually think is witty or funny, but you know u probably copied it from some cheap ass ad in a country u visited some time ago.

how many terminologies can u use up before u actually go terminal?

paraphrase like daylight robbery,

or just block and paste with technology.

when ya were young you thought ya were so damn creative an original

then ya grew up and noticed every original thought u had, was replicated a million times and was probably written by the greeks.

ya wish ya never cared, ya wish ya never needed to depend on that skill.

but ya know in the back of ur mind, ya'd better get whatever small piece of freedom ya can scrap in this freakin closed minded, authoritarian world that we live in.

so yabadabadadoodideedee, better to jargon than to sell out on your desires.

The golden city

Not often do u see a golden display from the heavens complementing the protruding skyscrapers.

Magic hour, puffy clouds, it's turning orange to red.

An unknown feeling being completely alone, surrounded by many.

Too be silent amongst a frenzy.

Nowhere to hide, to run freely.

Only in the mind u can travel away, to a place, a time that fills you.

If hurt will not change you, if pain is not without you.

You carry on, you morph into what matters, and everyone finds their own center.

Remember the sounds, the warmth, the joy. Thou shall carry with you everywhere.

We will not surrender!

dida might have tried his best to keep us out of the game

even evra helped screw things along the way

kaka's the shit like his name describes

but rooney has on his devil eyes


if u have absolutely no defenders left

when mikael silvestre is still wanting a chance

heinze can still kick some butt

we'll survive no matter what


come on maldini, come on gattuso

come back stronger and more willing

let scholesy make you drowsy

and giggs leave you with twisted blood

and if that aint enough, ronnie will surely leave you like a dummy


FOR 90 MINUTES WE'LL LET THEM KNOW...........
............WE'RE MAN UNITED HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pounding Prata

Did the morning shift today, so I'm back in the afternoon,

decided to test my culinary skills by cooking whatever thats going bad in the fridge.

i wont go into details, but i wanted cook some frozen prata i bought recently.

whatever the brand was, the packaging sucked, all the prata stuck together, i had to kinda wait for it to slowly defrost,

getting impatient, i just started to chip away at the sides, getting more frustrated i started stabbing and cutting with a knife,

i lost the plot and smacked whatever remained on a hot pan, pushing it down with my fingers,

it aint doin shit, apart from burning the outer layers, i grab the knife and keep poking at it, flipping it around, pressing it down even more,

i get the chunk outta of the pan, i cut it up (its easier now) to quarters, and rip out whatever that's burnt.

i slapped the quarters back on the pan, and i keep pushing.

i end up with quite an interesting, crispy texture, but i had to peel out alot of the burnt stuff.

but i ended up cooking way to much, and stuffed myself silly, and now im goin thru a flour overdose, and i cant even think straight trying to research on malaysian sports, and im in an aircond room, and all the blood is flowing to my stomach, and i wanna puke,

but hey, lets not make things better by taking some coke

yeah, expand, expand,


......saw first jam in the suburbs, went for first morning shift, took the bus home with a bunch of school kids, watched the cleaners do their work, ER 1st season, CSI new york, coach carter, thaksin wanna buy man city, need to get editing, need more groceries, cant keep cooking shit, wanna watch wild hogs and all other shows, missed out in buying rusian dolls, to shy to do payperview, yabadabadoo.

ive got something to take away the pain

another sunday

another futsal game at the usual 2pm segambut arena, when the sun is at its peak

the zink housing acts like a conventional oven, the spoilt exhaust fans are for decorative purposes and the pace of the game makes us wonder how a world cup in africa is gonna be like.


its usually a group of advertisers and church community friends that meet up and reminiscent our youthful days gone by. trying to be our footballing heroes, trying to be a legend for just one day, or for others, just some good exercise.

as for me, thanks to my torn ACL i usually just end up as a goalie, and quite a half-baked one since i cant hardly react with my feet to low ball situations, i aint gonna jump in and dive to save any ballz, and every player knows my weakness. But nobody wants to play there anyway unless their shit tired, and i pay my share of RM12 everytime, so nobody complains.


the best part of being a goalie is you dont have to run so much, just a lot of standing and reacting, and you hardly have to bother about hard tackles, just hard shots, and man, some of these old fellas can shoot, age doesnt seem to reduce the power of their follow throughs.

In short, risks of injuries are lower...............or so i thought.

I get tons of head decapitating shots all the time, but there was this softer curled shot to my lower left, i seemed to have jammed my index finger onto it.

Like an evian bottle being crushed for recycling, there went my finger, compressed and popped right back out.

If hands had brains, my lefty is a total retard, it gets injured all the time, it just doesnt know how to caress a ball like my right, like a virgin to a whorehouse it keeps ramming into those shots, i might as well use my cock to stop the balls.

at the end of the day im glad i still managed to stop the shot, preventing a goal, excusing myself from the game on a higher note as compared to the time i fractured my hand in school.

again i was in goal, playing with my marching band buddies in the free school quadrangle, using the gymnast ring poles as a goal post.
all of us playing on a slightly muddy heavily unlevel grass field in our whites and school shoes.

on came the slowest of backpasses, i steadied myself to launch it back in the air,

i slipped slightly, i missed the ball completely, there was a goal, and i came crashing on my hand

i heard that internal sound nobody else could hear : "crack" , and the rest was history.



now sitting back here, trying to type without my left-index, all those f*ing F's i have to type with my middle finger (how appropriate) i realised what damon wayon's was trying to do in Major Payne when he broke a soldiers finger to make him forget about the injuries he was having.

all these injuries, sickness, it brings you back a step, makes you think clearer of what you've done and how brittle we all are.

all that shit form the songs how scars remind us how the past is real

it really helps us to FEEL i guess.


ffffffffffffffin ffffffin fffffffin fffffffin Fs

the last dayz

its been raining heavily for the last two nights, and im glad for having those cool-thunderstormed-sleeps

woke up several times today, apart from taking a piss or just opening my eyes, i just kept being locked down to the bed, some force of gravity keeping me there, did not feel too tired, so i just kept my eyes closed for the sake of it.

its a wonderful feeling having to struggle on how late you want to wake up, i waited for the sun but then it was still cold, so i decided to wait for the early afternoon warm to creep in before i decided to get my day going, which is probably gonna be filled with having meals banking a small cheque and watching tele

in this big-bad-city, the pace can really get to you, everything is money, you cant even have free entertainment, and in turn time is the money, so having all this time to waste kinda makes me feel like a freakin millionaire

the highlight of it all would probably be still stuck in the bed at some god-forsaken hour when your girlfriend has to get up to the grind of things and make it to work on time.
you hear the showers, the making up, yet you cant open ur eyes because the fluorescent lights might blind you seeing that the sun aint up yet.
and just after the scent of perfume is being sprayed, you get the gentlest goodbye kiss, a very unique and comforting kiss, seing that the person is willing to give a part of their busy schedule to show some affection to someone who is still laid flat on the bed, mouth as open as fly trap and probably with drool slipping through the side lips.
still to0 flat out to return the affection, you know silently that a new day begins.

and it ends pretty well too, when you're out lepaking at some mall just looking at human behaviour and decided to head back before rush hour, the traffic is as smooth as silk and the sun starts to tilt, and the colours come out gold and you know theres is still hope in this city, this country, as faded out as it seems most of the time, the sunset and swaying trees from the occasional breeze reminds us of a golden past and hopefully a future.

myron recommends

ive been watchin a lot of movies during my unemployment, and with a less stressed-out mind i can be more objective in what i watch,

so heres some must sees:-

1. tenacious D and the pick of destiny

one of the most important movies ever made, musical, funny, plain good old motherfuckin fun


2. the pursuit of happyness

the film dat made me get a job, the whole freakin show is about the struggle of unemployment. i mean if will smith can go through all dat shit and still come out punchin and crying, hell so can i.

3. 300

theres nothing better than seeing body parts being sliced up/stabbed or ripped to pieces, all the blood, all the stylistic treatment, all the scottish accents

4. factory girl

if u never fancied sienna miller, you;ll love her here, playing Edie Sedgwick some famous icon in the 60s and Andy Warhols closest muse. Good hippie fun with all the sex and drugs and freedom. Guy Pearce was pretty cool doing warhol too, but who wouldnt be?

5. Pan's labyrinth

to be honest i havent seen it yet, but hell everybody seems to want to watch it! and i've purchased the damn dvd.


6. Liverpool vs. Man United 06/07

the most important tale of destiny. where a winning team can play absolute rubbish football and still come out on tops because fate dictates so. see how an irish player who doesnt know whether he's a fullback, holding midfielder or a cantona, score a goal at the end of the rainbow. and the most important moral of all, if you're a scouser, you're doomed to disappointment if you aint lived in the 70s.

Nana nat, nana nat.

ive done it, got a job finally, my life isnt doomed after all!

im gonna be an assitant producer for a sports tv company setting up shop in Malaysia.

alot has happened since my last post, but its probably full of anxiety and depression.

so stay posted for more positive news!

Another dark stormy evening

its about the only time i feel like blogging, when the weather is dark and mysterious...

but it was no mystery to me that Liverpool couldve beaten chelsea, i even picked out the scorer, mr. kuyt himself.

ive never been so proud of liverpool, the enemy of my enemy, who is still my enemy nevertheless


tonite, MU vs Arsenal, it'll be tight as hell, on a realistic level, they are equally strengthed, so the logical outcome would be a draw........but being a MU fan, im pretty sure the gunners are gonna be humiliated at home, and rooney will finally break his goal drought.


i hope i have a good year as MU is having, 2007 to be a blast, has to be, or my mid-twenties is really gonna suck

Its a dark and stormy evening

I'm at the office, on a sat evening, checking out my edits or my editors edits, seeing that im not so proacative in editing nowadays, just learning to depend on other people to get the job done.


didnt bring my laptop to work, so im on the only office computer that aint a non-linear editing system, surfing the net, waiting for my editor to come back from McDonalds, he's buying me a coke, just what i need to get thru the day.

this is apparently my first post of 2007 after a few weeks exiled in the hours of reality TV production. it might just be my last post in the company Homegrown and with Mike, my employer for the last 3 years.

ive paid my dues in reality TV and finally now i have the ballz and loss of patience to look elsewhere. I want to get in a news network like Al-Jazeera or a sports network like ESPN and really give my all. i really need to find a way in.

i'll sweep the floors if i have to, my instinct tells me so, and thats the one thing ive been denying for a long time, and it always bites me in the arse.

but like all things you love, it always hurts to let go, i dont have children so i wouldnt know what that feels like, but leaving a company i like working in as compared to normal people who leave when they hate their jobs, leaves a painful scar.

i dunno when i'll get over it, in fact i havent even left yet, but my life is about big decisions, and everything i do revolves around decision making.

I've made up my mind, im not turning back, im forced to believe in myself.