July 2011
1 post
June 2011
8 posts
an open plea:
Tonight, I carry the keys to the office for the eighth day running. I’m still here. I have no life. Someone please take me out for drinks, kicks and giggles.
If money was no problem, what would you do in...
Travel. Understand the world and write better. I’d like to go to New York, soak up some concrete jungle culture, write a fantasy/sci-fi/dystopian novel and get it published. As my friend and colleague Joshua would say: “Geek!” And yes I am most probably a geek, covering film, music, books, sci-fi and anime.
But for now, I like where I am. In Malaysia, writing about music,...
May 2011
17 posts
“I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their...”
– Roberto Bolano (The Savage Detectives)
playlist 28/5-11
What’s been on repeat lately.
lost.
Sometimes a bad habit kicks in, and it sets off like a bomb dropping on your head. Your mind goes to pieces. You’re stuck beneath the sheets of your bed. You’re waiting for a train that never comes. You’re stranded in a street in the rougher side of town. You’re running around in circles, clambering sideways and under, searching every nook and cranny for that special glue...
April 2011
12 posts
Photo Essay: Timor Leste, Dec '10 - Jan '11 by... →
Life comes creeping.
We don’t know anything. All of a sudden there’s an explosion of some sort, and here I am, dancing against the earth’s tectonic shakes like I’m in a merry-go-round.
:)
stars.
(photo from natureandbeauty)
One thing about me, is that I am a sucker for those little lights we see above our heads. Space. Stars. Planets. Northern lights. I used to have a poster of constellations above my bed, right next to my monstrous 911 boyband posters. While other kids wanted to grow up and become doctors, lawyers and engineers, my dream was to be an astronaut.
Before that I...
fat chance, yo.
If given the chance, then I’d want more Gimme that pure fat chance To pocket, to keep I’d want that talent to play That music to sing I want that microtheme of colours To splash, at your face You are the lullaby that puts me to sleep I can close my eyes and let the world die around me Fire away the cannons Etch your bullets unto my skin See how I don’t even stir Ooh, giddy I am...
the egg. →
rarasekar:
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail….
March 2011
33 posts
WatchPictures taken from the Fuji Natura Classica look radically sharp. But at RM1300, I may have to whore myself out for a month or two.
gaarder speaks.
“I sat thinking how terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as incredible as living. One day we suddenly take the fact that we exist for granted - and then, yes, then we don’t think about it anymore until we are about to leave the world again.”
— Jostein Gaarder; “The Solitaire Mystery”
“A Russian astronaut...
uncle ludwig.
Uncle L, worked for the CIA, came down from Munich with a basketful of conspiracy theories. He believes that Britain’s royal family are alien lizards craving for virgin blood, and that Indonesia’s unusually stable economic status may hold the key to world peace. A Catholic for many years, he’s probably the only Malaysian I know who got away with a religious conversion. But then...
(from amare-habeo)
