Not. Exactly. Feeling. Well.

Not. Exactly. Feeling. Well.

My throat is itchy, my cough is dire, my eyes are heavy and my head just wanna explode. And to imagine I spent the whole afternoon of yesterday cleaning my room up. With dust and dust and more dust, how am I suppose to get back up?! Damn.

My Acer laptop came back in one piece. Though I noticed that it was missing the cover for the card reader. Didn't exactly check it beforehand. But hey, nothing more than an aesthetic aspect that's missing. And also something to protect it from dusts and many other projectiles I put my Acer laptop in harm's way. Haha.

They said that the "thermal module was replaced". OH, YOU MEAN IT OVERHEATED?! And that salesperson assured that the "new chassis has fixed this issue". Righttttt. The repair report detailed that the fan was not spinning. Thus, the machine did not exactly cool down as per normal.

Maybe it's a better idea not to place the air intake vent UNDER the laptop where little air is available. Maybe you (Acer) would like to put it like... AT THE SIDES? OR MAYBE LIKE THE MACBOOK HUH? Man, somethings don't really stick huh?

And of course, with my room, AKA my store room, being a dust prone living space, no wonder that Acer was having 'asthma'. My room has been a place for many things. But primarily, a place to study. Hence, the Study Room. My conditions of a place to study is pretty audacious. Or demanding.

• quiet
• spacious
• 'sterile'
• simple
• well lit (and well equipped)
• space for 2. always.

But that is actually my bare minimum. It has to be quite. Else, I can't concentrate much.

When it come to personal space, I hardly have any. That's why I always love to go back to school in a journey that can cost me about an hour of precious work to just sit down and work. An inconvenience much taken rather than spending my time in this mini-junkyard. Oh yeah, that's how much I really hate my room.

I even thought of renting a room downtown just to escape my space worries! Ugh. And it certainly not smoothing things when Mom comes in complaining about my lack of clearance when knowing full well that 45% of her stuff are in my room; New rice cookers, vacuum cleaners... WTF?! Its my room Mom. And to my brother, GET YOUR STUFF OUT OF MY ROOM. Has the emphasis of MY been enough?

I need to move out from this mess. Literary. If you have a place to 'offer', not a room la, just a place to spend my effort best at, please let me know. For this goodwill, I will amuse you for a limited time only! :)

At the mean time, I have to rest. But if I rest, how can she talk to me?!

Haha, hush.

her smile brightens the night sky

she makes me smile everytime. : ) always.

Rough Landing...

I have a pre-camp tomorrow from 8 to 12pm.

I have a lunch tomorrow with my old mates at 130pm.


I then have a pre-camp to return to by 6pm.


I should study tomorrow for I have an exam at 9am on Monday.


Rough Landing...

Just because you can.

I screwed up big time. I was trying to recover my tempo but I ended up losing my step and completely fall out of line.

So I can just sit there and look at all those fuckers laugh at me. Or I can get back up, and get back into the line.

Of course, you would wish to end it all. Who wouldn't? You would want to just drown yourself just to suffocate that sorrow. You would want to drain all that blood so your evils will just die with you. But seriously? Just because you fell off, you wanna end it all?

Don't pussy out. If I were you, you would fight. You would fight just because you could fight. You would shout just because you could shout. You would continue just because you can. SO don't let that mind fuck up.

Yeah yeah, and don't spout such reckless statements like "Oh but I am only human." WHO THE FUCK CARES? Muhammad Ali is human. But he became a well known boxer, a dyslexic boxer. That Judo kid has only 1 arm. But he won a championship with that. So what is exactly the lower limit of humans? Nothing. All we are taught are the upper limits. There's no need of lower limits. We are to succeed the only upper limits. That's why no one cares if you fail. But everyone will lend you their hand if you get top. We are meant to win.

You will fight. I know you will.

Holding On.

I dreamt something today. It was really weird considering that I slept with a thought, started the dream with an idea and finished that dream with a lasting wish. I hope she's doing fine.

My blog has been stripped to the bare bones. The music player has been removed. The tagbox is filled with outdated tags. My previous post is dated more than a month ago. My blog is near dead. Or is it?

I just got the urge to type this out just today. Usually I would load up a blogging client on my Windows 7 machine but ever since my Acer is giving me total BS performance, I am kinda really reluctant on working on that total BS machine. BAH, IT MAKES ME MAD. 

Thus, that's why I've revived my MacBook. That first good looking 2006 model revision. It's all I need but of course, no games, no hardcore image editing. C'mon, this dude falters even at the process of MS Word! WHOA! But one thing it does great is that it is bare bones, just like my blog. All you need to know, all you need is just there. Nothing extra to bog you down or nothing less to worry about. No worries, you will see more posts from me both random and unforeseen.

No need for extravagant comeback parties. Just need to make sure she's doing fine. :)

That Judo Match

All I remember is that judo match.

I’ve only 1 hand left.

As Mika Nakashima puts it, “We will find the way…”.

Today, we had lunch. After months of delay and rare bumps on the busses to school, we finally met on a Sunday and just had good ‘ol lunch. Domino’s Pizza to be exact! Haha. So many thanks to Kavan and Zhi Hui!!! YOU MY BROTHER YO!

We chatted quite a bit of course. And of which material which I highly recommend myself not to put it in the rundown. ; p

But that’s not entirely the case. A ‘friend’ of Zhi Hui’s popped by! HAHA. It was a blessing in disguise I say! Made me notice the minute details that could point some things wrong. Somehow, I just feel, so jaded. : /

Is it really moving at this speed? I mean, I’ve never hopped on this bandwagon before. So everything is just, so foreign. I can’t feel my insides that much but some have said that it will start churning. And eventually, you will feel an instance of uneasiness. The setting you find comfortable is no more. But, you keep on moving. Keep on until you reached that place you call home. Her heart.

As Mika Nakashima puts it, “We will find the way…”.