Sunday Morning

Sunday morning sun is shining,
show your colours, bare some skin.
Rays are blinding us in moments so forgettable
I force to fit the mold that you are in.

But things just get so crazy living life its hard to do,
and I'll gladly give my life up and go if I knew,
that someday it will bring me back to you,
yeah someday it will bring me back to you.

O RLY?!

be good

"Why are Mondays always so far away from Fridays, and Saturdays so close to Mondays?"


The good friend got me a bottle of fermented grapejuice from his trip aka Champagne. When was the last time I had a sip of that. Ermmmm, the last time I won the F1 Championship? Yay bubbly. Haha. Sample sample. Hope to add more to the Cny booze chest.

Off to get durians. Haha nostalgic, I remembered how you hated its smell. I even grabbed some of your dad's from your fridge.

Welcoming the fourth week of 2010. Be good guys.

O RLY?!

Owl Rly?

Well i tried to sleep an hour earlier than my normal sleeping time yesterday. Because my boss is sick of all my yawning in the office. More like, i forced myself to sleep early. Really difficult stuff. You twitch and turn and when you look at the clock, time passes really fast. You feel like you're losing time sleeping but the fact is you can't sleep at all.

Maybe its insomnia. And insomnia-ism reminds me of Adam Young. And he reminds me to listen to Owl City. And Owl City reminds me to listen to this:

Vanilla Twilight.

Owl City's lyrics are not the best, but they hit you, and make you feel the way Adam feels: Insomniatic. Wonder why I still listen to this stuff while it further worsens my condition. Maybe, insomnia isn't meant to be fought against? Oh well. I dont think i would fight it anyway.

Maybe I will write music like Adam! Bring on ze lonely bachelor-stay-with-your-parents nights.

O RLY?!

I heart you

I stagger,
a drunk writes best;
He is at his purest,
most honest,
as he spills his heart's contents.

Suddenly, I don't give a damn,
I'll just tell the truth.

I was love,
You were love.
We were love.
I liked it that way.

And when it felt like it could last
it came crumbling down

But I did not falter

Love me, not,
but hope is my best friend.
Its all I need.
All I have.
Most of all, it never leaves me behind.

I need you.
i come pure.
I love you.

I await my conscience,
to bring me back to soberiety

O RLY?!

Half-century man

My papi reaches his 50-year mark today.
His gift was mum's promission to get a Macbook Pro. Yes, her promission, his cash. He's the only one in the family that could afford it anyway.

For a man his age, he does have tons of hair.

But his slowly receding hairline is a sign of him aging. That I'm concerned of.

We all should live in the moment, and he definitely is living in his, very fulfillingly.

There's no stopping him man, cause he's my pops.

5O RLY?!

Punch punch punch!

"First, distract target, then block his blind jab, counter with cross to left cheek. Discombobulate. Dazed, will atempt wild haymaker. Weaken right jaw. Now fracture it. Break cracked ribs. Heel kick to diaphragm. In summary, ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm hemorrhaging. Physical recovery six weeks, for psychological recovery, 6 months."


Now thats real good deduction. He took just seconds to interpret how to fight, while i took minutes to interpret what dahell he is crapping in his British accent. I guess i'm just way too free on Sundays.

O RLY?!

Cocktale love

Daily Haiku:

"There are too many distractions in life which coincidentally are our own addictions."

I do some blogwalking whenever i'm free from work and these are two of my favs.

COCKTALES- thirstyblogger.my

Filled with F-bombs and a phletora of expletives, this definitely is not for the faint of heart. But its such a fun to read, and you get to learn stuff as well. The writer's an Indian, well, no doubts there, since this is an alcohol-related blog. And if you've been wondering, the '.my' does mean its Malaysian! Support the locals dude!

LE LOVE- leloveimage.blogspot.com

Got the link off somewhere. This is a damn abstractic blog. Beautiful pics really emphasize the ambience. It makes you hope for the best in your own relationship, or makes you wonder what went wrong. Its not all lovey-dovey, there's a lot of PMS going on too. We all like laughing and pondering at emoshites, but hey, they are what they are!

Who said love is not lust

More favs soon. And guys, watch out for Glee when it comes to our shores this 20th.

GLEE, not GEE. sheeeeesh, you pervs!

O RLY?!

Oh Noh!

Latin is an amazing lingua

Acta Est Fabula: the play has been performed, appalud!
Memento Mori: Remember, you will die
Moritori Nomulus Nori: We who are about to die, don't want to die
Nomuli Est Anst Tangere Noli Vivendi Moruculia Du Cor Ni Niama Diu Hai Cao Ci Bay : Guess?

Anyways its already the third day of 2010, have you guys been productive in these 72 hours?

O RLY?!

You reminded me of being 18 again

18 feels just right

wait, i am.

Touche

The Reverend Tholomew Plague

It was New Year's Eve. When a friend told me that The Rev has just passed away, I couldn't believe him. I went home that day near dawn, around 4 in the morning on the first day of 2010. A simple google on "Richard 'the Rev' Sullivan" confirms it. I ended up staying awake for 2 more hours until the sun rose. Happy 2010.

It was just 2 days ago, I could recall, myself playing Avenged songs during a band jamming session. We did covers and played their incredible guitar solos, which defintely weren't up to par. Afterlife, Gunslinger and Unholy Confessions were our favourites, and their music has definitely left an impact in our lives. Now their music will never sound the same again.

You will be missed,

DEFINITELY

Fireworks, flaming flowers of doom

Booze make whaever you see go exaggerated