ive been on a gastronomic adventure of late with a few friends. went to kellineys kopitiam at uptown for what my roti bakar connoisseur friend claim to be the best toast in town. then there was the nasi lemak at mark's asam laksa. i just love the place. and this morning we had breakfast at genki sushi. now i just dont feel like eating unless it involves looking for a place.

other than that ive been at room really trying to get some work done. i'm just not inspired at the moment. it is an the end of a long term and i am a little tired. a fortnight left. i tried to have a little rest flipping a few pages of the books which has been attracting cobwebs the last few weeks. still nothing. i wish i could just be culculative about it for once. im beginning to feel the relativity of time. i have faith.

high school friends from st thomas are having a reunion at the end of this week. i cant join them in kuching as i have commitments here. i ponder how much fun it could be. reunion should always come with a guy wearing a chicken suit saying "its not a costume reunion?"

playing muse, coldplay, radiohead and other british acts.  i love their accent. its on shuffle some music for a change. i should invest in new cds.

it is raining. alhamdulillah. i love it when it rains at nite. click here to check my new blog.

i cant sleep yet. i need my sleep since i cant sleep during the day. spent all day alone today. when were alone we tend to think a lot. i think i need to exercise, i should do some running tomorrow morning. its one thing to be on a diet and another to actually exercise. those kind of thinking. taking cold milk. hopefully it'll help me sleep in a while.

i learned something new with illustrator today. i guess it'll help me get work done faster. ive completed two semesters of computer graphics class and im still learning new things. im an embarassment to my collegues. i figure i need more practice with photoshop too.

tomorrow i will have to start taking my works seriously. i get distracted too easilly. work. work. work. you know what doesnt spell like work? chocolates. yumm. see? im like homer. and im not talking about the one that wrote illiad.

its gonna be a three day weekend this week. i dont know what the extra day is about. being in a politically correct multi religious and ethnic country we have a lot of holidays. remind me of conan o'brian's combining all the holiday into one big celebration. i think theyve actually tried it with hari raya and chinene new year. its the end of a months fasting and what better way to celebrate it than with a lion dance?

Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her,
and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

talent needs opportunity.. i do find myself biting my lips hopeful that it will hold my tears.. i hate the excuse im only human.. i dont make excuses.. maybe i have the common sense of a six years old.. i can sense a flurry of six years old lawyers knocking on my door threatening to take me to court.. when i look around me, the people and place has changed but it is still the same me.. i find comfort in that..

today i was late to class.. put on my polo shirt, jeans and i was off to college with rupert (my car).. when i arrive at college putri and zie was there.. they are my life saver.. after class i sat at the piazza with jiman and the guys exchanging notes on influence quoting the likes of machiavelli to the godfather(huh?).. guys.. had lunch with khairil and nell.. my favorite couple..