13 dollars mate.

Yea, 13 dollars for a bus from the airport to the city. Yea, back in Me!bored. A lil drowsy, pretty much slept quite a bit on the plane, despite the bumpy right. Bloody pilot has to constantly interupt my sleep with his anouncements, yes! I know we are flying in adverse weather conditions and yes! I know there's turbulence; simply for the fact that you repeated it too many bloody times! Now, couldn't he, First Officer, Kapten Johari just anounce it once, yea, once and leave the bloody seatbeat indicator light on and let me get some freaking sleep, not to say there's any good in-flight movies and the bloody food sucks, no ice cream for desert, just bloody devil's curry rice loaded with MSG; the least they can do is to let me get some sleep. Right, enough of ranting. Argh, classes starts tomorrow, gonna get pissed tonight, mate's Birthday. Something at least, eh? ..got this lil carving for bak kut teh for breakfast. Dammit!

Note: Gotta get this blog all set up. Gotta add links and all, looks too bloody empty and I just have a feeling this is gonna be a tight semester.

Memory lane never the same

I'll be leaving soon. In a week's time I'll be back in Melbourne. Winter and all, not forgeting uni. Bloody uni.
 
One last time before I leave, I take my stroll down memory lanes.
One last time I'll spend my weekend in Kuala Lumpur, strolling down lanes of memories.
One last day, I'll take a memorable stroll. Hopefully.
 
Friday was wacky and educationally kinky; ex-college mates, new aquintances, Johnies, coffee and Telawi. 
 
Yesterday was with old timers at Chilli and Tivoli.
 
Today's still empty, feeling a lil dizzy and later, probably a movie.
 
The latte in TSB has the right beans but still lacks my grin.

Sniff

Sniffles, yawn. I hate the cold. Makes my head feels heavy, makes me feel lazy, and makes coffee taste like crap. Makes me feel like not crapping at all, and I don’t mean crapping as in my pants kind, although yea, a cold probably makes me feel like that at times. In another week I’ll be ranting about a different kind of cold. Never did like winter, yet I despise the tropical humidity. Argh! I hate the long flight back, you see, it’s 8 hours not 14 where if it is 14, one is bound to sleep. On an 8 hours flight, I don’t sleep, least not until the all too familiar ‘ding’ comes on, and the announcement that “…we are landing soon, all passengers please return your seats to the upright position and what not”. Now, how the heck am I going to sleep with all this distractions? I hate the flight. I hate winter. Oh yea, and I hate pesky middle aged bastards (no offences) with bad overnight stinking airplane food breathe leaning forward asking me silly bloody questions on a freaking full flight.

(posted sick and sober, lacks my usual articulation)

Noise

Noise, buzzing, ambient. Shadows intervined with the light. Darkness behold the sight. The past dictates the future, the present precedes the recent. Scattered thoughts, ever-shifting perspectives; cacophony of noise. A distance speech, a distanced speech. Uresolved. Of love and hate, there lie an infinity between; timeless. Silenty loud.

note: had a little too much to drink, too little space to think, time shifts in a blink.

Passion - the end of

Every moment is a frozen bit; we moved so slightly and slowly that the shadows cast on the wall seemed to play forever. Bit by bit we came near. Closer, with our eyes nowhere but on each other’s, gazing so intensely that even a stare would envy. Her face faded out to a darkness that fell upon as I shut my eyes and instantaneously greeted by soft lips as mine brushed by. An exchange, and yet another; endlessly, each and every one seemed thrilling, so exhilarating that time takes a bitter second place. That moment, a moment in time, an event where even time discontinued at a junction, for the meeting lovers’ lips. It has been awhile yet I still remember; I recall even the slightest sensation there was in passion in which I wish I could at least forget…