And Iiii.... Will always love you

Whitney Houston apparently passed away yesterday morning. I still remember watching the bodyguard when I was a kid and i was only speaking to my brother on how my brain retain the plot in it but could not recall if i had eaten my antibiotics during lunch.

She was definitely one of the best. Like the bell asst the top of the strength arcade machine. If the weight you hit rings it, you know you're a bad ass, which few are on par.

her passing is truly tragic and may her soul rest on peace.

On separate note, it makes me feel old when divas from my younger days are dying.

Drive myself crazy

There is just so much to do. A state of mind that sends millions into anxiety. Just like pressure and stress, on the right level, it is good.

It gives a sense of importance, self valuation that more is in store after this is done, more joy to follow this celebration, in an optimistic view. Perhaps a better song after this one is done.

And i dont know why i’m listening to N Sync right now.

Driving myself crazy, is what my quest for financial stability have resulted. To satisfy my needs and wants, cravings and fancy. Like a vacation to Italy.

Those will have to look after itself.

Meantime, and all i’m feeling is the special sensation from a chilled coke, as in really chilled in a metal tumbler, ice and coke.

Again, Me Gusta!

Someday we'll know

One day I accidentally stumbled on the duet off this song. Great song since I've always favoured duets.

To ensure my blog is not dead, (completely) here is a post. The thing is, nowadays I'm better connected than ever with 3g but hardly spending more time online. Responsibility obligation job etc.

And what's to share here today. Well its kind of a bog thing. Like striking lottery, on the level of something I wished and realising a new year's resolution.

I've finally gained weight. With visible physical change.

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Boiled potatoes

I decided to keep my blog more alive this year like a log book. To remind myself simple things that makes life feels alive.

Butter salt and boiled potatoes garnished with parsley.its simple delight and offers much energy.

Cole gummy bears taste good too.

Airplanes

If you dont have a soul because you went to 9gag, you may notice that there is a saying that life is better, when you no longer give a fuck.

And when you realise, you gotta live and will live, things just doesn't seem as severe as they are. Some say this is irresponsible but its just you staying alive. Be mature, as long as you live, things will bound to turn bad or undesirable at some point. Live with it. And while doing so, live it the way you want. Be happy. Enjoy the moment.

Because the weight disappears when you dont give a fuck. And that is when your inspiration comes. That is the way i live by. Because ultimately, you are born this way.

Gabrieanne!!

They say you can't stay mad at your child. So true.
No matter that you broke my spectacles and also being so demanding at the wrong time, you are cute as a button and daddy loves you.

Bitching

I think it's been countless times since I'm here bitching bout my life. And readers will be like 'damn, kids nowadays are never satisfied'
I'm from the 90s so I do know what gratitude is, but at this point I'm just stretched so thin that I'm in the verge of snapping.
Perhaps it's because of the white hair thing that people loves to associated with stress. The less you have the happier you are, or so that is how it goes. Then I really should grow to be a silver haired teenager pretty soon.

6 October 2011

He had die young, bury him in satin
Lay him down on a bed of roses
Sink him in the river at dawn
Send him away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
He had just enough time

Farewell Mr. Jobs. You are epitome of “Not how many breaths you take but the moment that takes your breath away”

May you rest in peace.

2 October 2011

I tailed a Lambo Murcielargo yesterday. Driven by one of those oversized sunglasses wearing aunty. I’m not entirely sure on the aunty part as it wasn’t me who confirm the driver.

Then it was a black Ga-yar-do at night. I count two as lucky. My birthday and birth month.

But it gets better. GT-R later, white then another silver on my way back home.

Two most desirable supercar (as rated by me for efficiency and style wise) and double sighting of each.

This is a good sign!

30 September 2011

Happiness is within reach.

Just a simple house, with tv and sofa, good air flow, cosy.

Internet access for the guys and movies for the girls.

Living together with friends that is housemate, or sibling.

What separates is just money. Just money.