Sometimes, I just can’t get enough inspiration to come up with interesting ideas. Yet I force myself to write something, but the result is in those cases almost always totally uninteresting. I seem to have an urge to write, even if I don’t have something to write. Sounds strange maybe, but that’s not too strange; it feels strange too. But I guess it must be part of my personality. Do you understand what I am trying to say here?
“U paham, tak? U paham, tak?”
With you, I behold a sight of hope and faith;
With you, nothing compares to you;
With you, are precious moments;
With you, I am an infatuation junkie;
With you, there is chemistry like no other;
With you, I felt an intimacy much stronger than sex;
With you, your aroma is addictive;
With you, your touch is tantalizing;
With you, I am at peace.
Geez… What’s with me being so poetic these days! Blek! Pfffttt!!! Eeewww!!!
I had brunch on Friday noon and didn’t consume a single food (except chewing gums) until Sunday midnight, where I had chicken porridge. To abolish myself the luxury of food for 36 hours, brought inspirations of thoughts to my mind. Sleep is the key to not feeling hungry. I slept all through Sunday, fuck the world. During sleep, my mind went haywire. That is how these posts were born.
I get lost inside my mind sometimes. And it’s hard to find the way out. There are so many strange paths of thoughts that doesn’t really lead anywhere, and others evidently not finished yet. And others again are winding hither and thither, up and down, in spirals and loops, in the great maze that my mind is.
But it’s not as if I’m bothered by it. It’s quite nice to escape the reality and enter the inner self sometimes. The only thing important is not to become a slave of dreams, imaginations and surreality.
This is dedicated to the guy who calls himself – a psycho.
You see, I am a lot like you.
Crazy is what crazy do…
Sound forms harmonies. Harmonies join each other in a greater context, often together with song, to form music; one of the greatest inventions made by mankind ever. Sure, birds sing, and some other animals make music too, but the human being is the only one using a wide variety of instruments to refine music, and who can store good music and play it again and again and again, instead of being limited by having to remember every piece.
And what’s maybe best of all is, that there doesn’t seem to be an end to the creativity. For each passing day, new music is produced, some of it so good that it will be played years from the date of creation, some creations surviving their makers by hundreds of years.
And everyone seems to have different tastes. Of course, there are some artistes that large groups of people tend to agree on being more brilliant than others, but apart from that relatively small group of major superstars, there seem to be room for every kind of music.
One of the most important causes for arguments and violence is that people tend to have very different ideas about the world, but music has seldom, or never caused wars.
Music is peace.
and in this day, music unites us…
The eyes mirror the soul. But how come, I get lost whenever I look at you? My vision blurs when I see your eyes, and my heart stops for an instant. The magic of your look is a disease, and I am infected. Yet I do not want to be remedied, I just want to come a little closer and see you from no distance. And then, take away all that meets the eye and just see with my heart, in the darkness.
For if your eyes truly do mirror your soul, then your soul must be a bottom-less well filled to the brim with the water of youth, love and beauty.
When I look into your eyes, it seems all the troubles in the world go away and I am floating in mid-air.
Flashing colours, waves of rhythm, pulsating people. Volume. We inhale the feeling of being separate but yet together, being high and yet clear. The music is our mother, our blood, our nourishment. We live to dance. We dance to live.
Trance.
Move with the flow. Feel vibrations inside your body, feel each heartbeat in the room synchronise, feel the heat of the moment and the beat that keeps everyone dancing.
Trance.
The dance floor is a part of my being and with it, I feel the unity of everyone else.
Trance.
The music that lifts my soul.
In a state of trance – Armin van Buuren
To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
In you, I see great potential and talent.
In you, I lay hope.
In you, I have faith.
In you, I aspire love.
In you, I felt spirituality.
In you, I endure patience.
In you, I envision devotion.
Hailing from Leiden, the Netherlands, come Armin Van Buuren! 2006 World #2 DJ, huh!
An all trance nite at Zouk this Friday, 24 Nov. Trance! Yippie! Trance, baby!
And he’s cute, too.
Oh, and I found-out the Father of Trance is coming in December. Yet to be confirmed, but I’m already jumping in excitement. Long live, System F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Got this in a mail from Megat this morning. Basically, it made me laugh. Such shallow-mindedness. Such half-wit, utterly foolish document. And same goes to whoever who holds to it. You are a damn fool, fool! Didn’t it say in the Holy Bible, the Quran, or whatsoever to love each other, for love covers over a multitude of sins? If I carry on, I might sound overly insulting. I rest my case.
I dig this but it’s RM700 excluding shipping!!!!!
I got my eyes checked in the weekend. Prescription: L-800; R-650! I am actually half blind! But I don’t mind wearing this (below) everyday, though… So cool.
Jarah Mariano. She’s got a tan I’d kill for. And boobs too.
Do you think Soon will do this to you if you dare sleep again during one of our house parties? I honestly think he is capable. *grins*
I just finished the new movie Crank last night after 2 nights. It’s an exhausting movie to watch! For real. I’ll tell you why. This hero is a poisoned man who in order not to die, he must keep his adrenaline up in a high-octane race across Los Angeles to avenge himself before time runs out.
Hitman Chev Chelio wakes up to a taped message: he has been poisoned by his former colleague-turned-enemy Verona (this homie has got a face I’d like to hate) and has only an hour or so to live. Injected with an unspecified Chinese toxin, Chev consults with underworld medic Doc Miles who advises him that the only way to prolong his life is to keep his adrenaline going. Like non-stop. So can you imagine how friggin tiring is that! Even I got tired just watching him!
This sets off Chev’s desperate bid to survive. He scours L.A. in search of not only his killers but also for ways to keep his heart going. Chev aims to kill Verona before the poison can claim him. Chev also seeks out his naïve little girlfriend Eve who thinks Chev is a videogame programmer, as well as help from his pal-informant Kaylo (fugly fag, this one).
Chev has zero regard for anyone standing in the way (intentionally or otherwise) of his survival, which leads to several darkly funny encounters. I couldn’t stop laughing by myself when Chev’s need to keep his adrenaline going is public sex in the streets of Chinatown. Humping his girlfriend over the newspaper machine with a lot of wide-eyed pedestrians staring in awe including a bus full of Japanese students, who later one of them was interviewed saying, “Very manly. Very sweet. Magnum size!”
I shouldn’t let you in on how he dies. Ray hates it when I’m a real spoiler. Honestly, I think this is a real ‘guys movie’ type. It’s hard and brutal in everyway.
Good acting. Good action. Good laugh.
I was reading the blog of Yasmin Ahmad – local Film Director / scriptwriter extraordinaire of the movies Sepet, Gubra & Mukhsin, and I happen to view her profile.
I am all of the above except for the age.
Hmm… Now I wanna be like her when I grow-up.
I did not really, exactly, enjoyed the trip. For real. I’m more of a beach person.
So I am just gonna put up random pictures. No journals here.
Me & my colleagues.
DiGi network is converted into some Indonesian network.
We did not stay in some 5-star hotel but the chandelier was breath-taking!
I guess I gotta slim down because somebody in the mall passed me this!
This house and this garbage dump are neighbours.
Places like this was where all my money disappeared.
Bakso. My colleague suffered food-poisoning after eating this.
The traffic.
I dragged 2 of my colleagues into this leather-industry town called Ciba Duyut where I bought one of these for RM80 / USD22 / IDR200 000.
An Indon telco billboard.
Pondan a.k.a faggot Swiss rolls??? Only meant for batty boys???
Indonesian spices. Pretty good.
Prepaid?
Big cars have bling-bling rims 20″++!
Bandung airport toilet. No comment.
Yes, boss. I know.
Aerial view of Bandung.
Not exactly my place to be. But shopping was haven! I got 32 items for USD250. Clothes and accessories. Would I go there again? Yes, but only for shopping and back.
These are my former classmates. Class of ‘99. The girls only as I’m from a convent school. The guys are their respective boyfriends / friends / etc. I could not make it into the picture as I was stuck here in good ol’ KL. Working.
So much has changed. Mind you, A LOT has changed. I could hardly recognise a few. Ok, actually I could but it takes some time. I keep thinking… Put me in there and I would look like some sorta alien amongst them. They are so ‘woman’ now and I am still lost in twilight zone. Damn.
Come to think of it again, maybe I am the one who HAS changed. Probably THEY would be shocked beyond (quoted by a friend) kingdom come! Me with my tattoos and my way of life and my weird character and so on. For those who has not been in contact with me after school might be shocked. I suppose.
I just hope you guys will accept me the way I am and rest-assured that I am still the ol’ Jennie that you guys knew wayyyyyyyyyy back. Aaaaiiii!!!
Big-up, ya’ll.
*peace*
Malay Mail Friday, 3.11.06. Recharge Revel4tion 2006. Told you I was hanging at the rails. Literally!
Lord have mercy on us. And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil. Eternal rest grant upon him, O Lord. And let perpetual light shine upon him. From the gates of hell. Deliver his soul, O Lord. May he rest in peace. Amen.
The Lord be with you and thy spirit.
Guess who this guy is!!!!!! Guess! Guess! Guess!
I am a 24-year-old female living in KL, hailing from Penang. Chinese Peranakan descendant. I have black, straight hair and dark brown almond-shaped eyes. Fair-skinned, 5 feet 4″, weighing 50 kg. I am a copywriter in an advertising agency and a rave-punter.
I am single and available.
If you are:
1. Tall
2. Dark
3. Chiseled-face
4. Single and unattached, whatsoever
5. Shaggy-haired
6. Adventurous
7. Skinny but muscular
8. Musically-inclined
9. Good in bed
10. IQ 130+
Please, hover over to ‘contacts‘ and drop me a line. I’ll buy you dinner. Promise.
Closed at 1am. Fucked-up. So the real party is the after-party (as usual).
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