same auld story

Scorcese has been speaking to me lately.

Bought Goodfellas, saw raging bull on MGM, and was tempted to get the comedian at HMV.

My essence has been knocking at my door, the real one true passion. It was supposed to be a tough year, and it most aspects it was, but i managed to push harder and achieved new heights.

Shall i concentrate on the path that has been laid out to me in the new year?

Or will i have the time or effort to balance more than i can chew on?

WELL, what else am i supposed to do?

LIVE free or die trying


P.S., nothing timelier than the apartment, jack lemmon to ponder about all this

the last airbender

how would you feel if your entire race was wiped out?

shall i remember? or shall i forget?

at the end of the day, it was always educational,

always took life with a pinch of salt, but am always secretly looking for doses of humanity that can inspire new ideas and the breaking of boundaries

it's all sand castles, it takes 2 times the effort to build, but it usually gets swept away by the smallest of waves

maybe that's why it always gets instant appreciation, knowing that it has such a short lifespan

my castle had been broken twice and it's finally been swept away, may it forever be immortalized by it's worthy admirers

and may we continue to build castles in the sand

(:)

knock knock,

who's there?

no one...........



With pinpoint GPS technology, and millions of radio waves penetrating our walls and minds,

it's still very much possible to be ignored.

Unconsciously I might add.


What was all the big push about getting connected.

Maybe so we can all live in one big happy world,

that we'd be more educated about all our differences, that we can move forward.

We have in some aspects, on the other hand it just feels like nothing has changed.


What's the sweetness without the bitter, just a whole bunch of neutral gray fluff.

Time will always be the real indicator in the end,

it measures everything up, represents a relative value

it's worth more in gold or any other precious metal

So won't you pick up the f**kin phone and stop wasting my time!

the walls start breathing

when i'm on you're off

ready you're not

tired you're restless



even random thoughts escape me nowadays

more like reverberating images of my subconscious flickering in my minds eye

enough sleep, maybe not enough nutrients

motivation hanging by a thread at times


where did it all begin,

am i coming to full circle or just the tip of the freakin iceberg


hallelujah

down on the ground looking up

i lay on my bed, staring at my own underwear hung like a roasted duck on a bamboo pole

why did i laid out my rented furniture in such a manner baffles me.

i'd rather have sun in my face then face the sun as i constantly depend on my laptop for work.

oh the wonders of a good macbook, now that i've gone to experience a whole new level of TV appreciation now that internet streaming is what i depend on

it ain't too bad at times, you listen to more music, read more books..........and stare at your own underwear

thinking where it's been, around the world in a laundry bag in east timor?

all the friends they've lost along the way after years of spin cycle, loss elasticity

they have the dirtiest job amongst all other clothes, nobody truly appreciates them unless they belong to the lingerie caste

yet we can't live without them, unless you love going commando



am i a brief or a boxer, am i supporting a big dick or a crooked one

when will my elasticity expire?

keepin touch

a faint whisper

a nudge of a finger

a hint of a smile


courtesy or just plain decency,

how long have we known each other to just ignore the occasional presence

does anyone really care what anyone thinks about something as personal as this?

or do we just continue to stray off to different directions

we'll meet again sooner or later

it's inevitable

so keep in touch

feelin the heat

it has always been hot during the CNY period, hot and dry

this time however it seems to be extending itself to a longer period and you can only wonder how bad global warming is really getting to

it's as bad as having to resort to ice cream for breakfast apart from cereal, shorts to the office and abstinence from spicy food

the sun never seems to leave us back home, while it always fails to show up when i was in England, it's the total opposite, shit cold

this small period in my life has been fluctuating not only on the temperature side but on my fate as well, in my career, in my health and my outlook of the future

it's always some 3 year cycle for me, and i always thought it would end at some point...

but what would be the fun in that

doing and expecting the same things, some people die for it, I never had it

and i'm not complaining, on a whole, coz i do at times

i just end up getting a lot of time in between to really think hard and peacefully on the purpose of just being around, the purpose of frying my arse off day to day in the sun

just got to flow with it and find some shade whenever i can

coz feelin the heat is always better than being left out in the cold

more while i can

so arsenal ended up getting humiliated at the emirates,

first off by their own hands through almunia, then rooney came storming in for the second,

lets not forget nani who seemed to be coming into his own recently, he dummied 3 players for the first goal, then found rooney on the break in the second

it was also the hardworking run of park ji sung who started the move in the second and kept running to pull away the defenders, he got rewarded with a goal of his own in the second half, on the break, he had 2 or 3 options, decided to please himself at the near post, the night would end 3-1 thanks to a vermaelen deflection, funnily enough he's the sharpest scorer the gunners have, that's why they started with 6 midfielders. wenger learning yet another tough lesson.

it never ever seems like united's season, especially after a tough christmas period, but somehow they always stick in there, and now they are in their favourite position, chasing the leaders, nipping at them till the final point, when they make the decisive break, and like all races, they had paced themselves well, at least i'm hoping, but i will always believe in them for some reason, for all the problems on pitch and off, there's always something in united that no other top club really has at the current moment, the genuine determination to work for the club.

and that has thought me millions

things that come in 3

before the start of every race, there's always a countdown from 3,

why not 2,1, go

of just.....race!

why can't it be 4?

why is 3 times a charm? 3 strikes you're out

three lions, third eye blind, triple threat

some weird tone in the metaphysical that dictates the rhythm of fate.

it somewhat seems to apply to me

and that now, after another 3 years of building something, it is all over.

i usually know when things come to an end, but this time, it's more tragic, without much notice and all we do in life is just carry on,

i wish i could mourn forever, but hey it's normal, it's not like i've lost someone i knew well.

but it's still lost, losing something i've helped create, something i thought would out live me

how foolish i was to care about something material

maybe because i believe that it's much more than that,

RIP my good friend, i hope to see you again.