munich
fearless
capote
brokeback
walk the line
jarhead
constant gardener
cache

so many.. this is worrying.

up north

off to Jerangkang Falls. may it not rain for the next three days.

be happy

she teeters on the mind like the last drop of pee that wouldn't fall

To the love of my life

I don't enjoy watching soccer in the same room with strangers, for it really gets on my nerves when these so called 'fans' keep blabbering on stuff that they know shit about. And if you can't have an opinion that's not read from somewhere else, i think you really should just keep your mouth shut.

Example of a groundless statement: "What is Benitez doing? He's playing a midfielder in the left-back position!!" - felt like slapping him, and double the slap if he have the cheek to call himself a liverpool fan. John Arne Riise IS a leftback first and foremost.

Example II: "Sissoko is crap. Why was Hamann sub-ed in for Alonso instead? Now they got two who can't play a pass." - Sissoko had a great game, if the idiot is too blind to realise. Alonso was and had been off-form for the past 3 matches. And without Hamann, there wouldn't have been no European Cup no. 5.

And ladies.. just because you've once watched a game whereby a particular team won, it doesn't give you the right to call yourself a FAN of that team, especially if you can't name or recognise anyone from the team.

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It's been a long journey, the two of us. We've had our fair share of ups and downs throughout the years. Sometimes, there were drab affairs, but more often than not, there were sweet sweats of so many passionate nights. Tender and faithful adoration i have for you, though i beg your forgiveness for the occasional clenched fists and shoutings. Day after day I long to see you my love, however far apart we may be. I swear to always cherish you, and to love you for many and many a year to come..

Happy Valentine's Day, Liverpool FC.

clouds

 

to look at fluffy clouds
i wish i am a bird
flap my wings and fly
into the deep blue sky

on life

As is ever so often, we understand life,
only on the brink of death.

John Doe [1981 - still kicking]

jumbled

feeling vaulted at home. caged in the heart. like lens without light. words without a voice. feel it. can't get it out. unwritten memories of tomorrow. hold a pen. its hollow content. write black on black. nothing can be read. empty brackets. fill in my blanks. in search of bliss. saw but not seen. felt but not held. to look yonder. hiding sunrise. shielding moon light. across the road. the meadows green. and cow grazes. shadows in flight. see me running. yet out of reach.

cold november rain

lost. shall i stop what i find bliss in?
i remember this familiar feeling clearly
nice, but just not.



suddenly, knee pain.

i think i'm moody.

step back. step back. let it go.

breathe deeply.