Coffee Net.

i packed my amp and the axe, and uncle came to fetch me to the bus station. locked the door, threw the key back inside to the living room, and went yum cha before we head to the bus station, and shits started happening one fold after another, first before i get down the car i realized ive left my phone at home, so we went all the way, and i was looking for the key to open the door, and fuck i threw it inside. failed to go back to kl today, and thanks uncle chong, youre like a father i never had.

random cool song: foreigner - i want to know what love is.

Back N' Forth.

i woke up ealier today on the way to kl and before i reach the bus stop theres this really weird fella who stands at the midde of the crossroads yelling at the traffic lamp post.

nowdays people dont even know what guns n' roses is, they claim avril lavigne to be the new generation rock star. but come to think of it, guns debut album "appetite for destruction" alone has sold for more than twenty eight million copies, thats all avril's hardwork combined together from 2002 until now, and her sales is at a mere thirty million copies.

i have a really cool song in the phone but didnt know about the band and the song name, at the end i found out it was grenade - rainmaker.


tagged by Hsu Yan.

1.What are your goals/dreams?
-to be high everyday, ha ha! joking, my goal will be to live a carefree life.

2. The most happiest thing in your life?
-the day i picked up the guitar and strum my first chord which actually sounded like something.
-i found my world in reading hell lot of books, ha ha again, wtf.
-im given a chance to live.

3. Favourite colour?
-black and white, im monotonous.

4. Do you have a crush now? How did you know each other?
-wow that was a long time ago, through msn.

5. Where do you wish to go the most? Why?
-LA, being the shrine of rock n' roll.
-China , i recently read a book titled "the forbidden city", would like to go and have a look, ive always love it beautiful china looked on the tv, yet to find it out myself.
-Tokyo, fast and furious, yea!

6. What is your weakness that you can't stand the most?
-having yet to handle affairs in a matured way, as in, without emotions involved.

7. What will you do if you face something sad?
-go play dota.
-listen to rock n' roll all day through night.

8. Most afraid to lose..?
-my life.

9. What is the practical target within this 5 years?
-if i tell you i want to have a million in the bank, would you believe me?

10. Ask yourself, do you like yourself?
-very much, to the extend of being self indulgent, ha ha ha!

11. Favourite song?
-can i add "s" at the back? guns n' f*kin roses, motley crue, velvet revolver, cheap trick, scorpions, aerosmith, eric clapton, dire straits, bla bla bla, and bla bla bla bla.

12.What weird things that you wish to happen?
-wake up with liv tyler in bed beside me, thats f**kin weird oh yeah!

13.What age do you wish to live until?
-God answers that.

14.You Hate which type of people the most?
arrogant pig heads, cause itll be like the two magnets facing each other on the same side.

15.Are you satisfied with your life?
-of course.

16. What do you wish to do the most now?
-play guitar and read hell loads more of books, ha ha!

17.Prefer to be alone or in group?
-currently, alone, note that i say currently.

18.If you can have a wish, what will you wish for?
-a talk with warren buffet lasting day through night.

19.What are you doing at this moment?
-doing the survey, thanks and it just wasted my 10 minutes of time, f*ck!

20.Have you found yourself?
-found and lost it and im finding again.

The five people I wish to know more about is :
-warren buffet
-sam walton
-mark knopfler, i wonder how he plays the guitar so well without a pick, his "finger" skills must be good, ha ha ha!
-anwar ibrahim, we count on him for a better tomorrow, and who is he? the nelson mandela of malaysia? lol.

In the cafe.

considering someone's advice, i think i need to...

1: sleep earlier
2: cut down on cold drinks
3: cut down on the smokes
4: sleep with a shirt on

I hate my sinus.

the thing with a really good song is that, at the right time it unleashes all the most wonderful moments in life, and this time its scorpions - wind of change. im crouching in the bathroom again, it a ciggy, and im reminiscing my time in national service, i remember the firstime i breathe that shit in i passed out straight in the toilet, ha ha!

you sowed the seed of vendetta in me today.

morning: sam came over and played some sublime funky licks, and showed me how to play sweet home alabama. brilliant.

noon: in the cafe playing dota, some f*ckin kids came over and keep leaning over my chair and keep telling me about playing dota like it was his mother's business, grr.

10:00 pm: you know how it feels like, i feel like an underdog, and what did i do? i just keep silent and head down and swallowed the anger, theres no point telling you how i feel cause you wont get me and you would misinterpret and you'll spit at me once again like you did just now watch your own damn mouth" . its like someone telling you, "yea so what? who the fuck you think you are?" its okay, i swear my vengeance will vindicate me some days later, ill kill you off and bury you in utter defeat, and you'll come beg me for mercy, saying, "please, spare me". to whoever fuck that is.

Mötley Crüe - Home Sweet Home


You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low
Just when things went right
Doesn't mean they're always wrong
Just take this song and you'll never feel
Left all alone

Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm comin' off this
Long & winding road

I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight, tonight
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home

You know that I've seen
Too many romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin' off the silver screen

My heart's like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams
reached ipoh at almost two midnight, there was no cab, no transport back home, i stayed in a cafe and later mcd, for the rest of the night, and went came back home in the morning, slept until five.


theres one thing about vanity, when you're all consumed by it youre a fop, but you have every reason to live and fight for, and when theyre gone you feel true to yourself, but you lose your enthusiasm and you become lackadaisical.

reached pudu at nine and bought eleven oclock bus ticket back to ipoh, and i feel like shit spending that two hours there, all i needed was just voices. my phone line was barred and i dont have coins with me, no loose cash, but i had a piece of one dollar bill. went to the toilet, payed the thirty cents but never went in, got back seventy cents and made a few calls, asking them to call back, i needed someone to talk to. two did, one called back and answered in the i-feel-intruded manner and spat all over my face, another called and we talked all the way through until i reach ipoh. thanks, thats so kind of you.

Dirty little thing.

It feels like a hit from the sledgehammer, but one swung from the inside of the heart, or a really tight squeeze, that each time i breathe it just feels so f*kin excruciating, each time it happens it span a short few seconds to a long few minutes. together with the sinus, it makes me feel so ill, and i hate blowing out my snots.

ive very much developed a habit recently, crouching naked in the bathroom, a snort of tobacco shit, and loudspeaker on the phone playing rock n' roll, all before i bathe, and today two persons called during my shower and there they asked "what're you doing?" "erm hold on a second, im having a shower.", "huh? what?!"

im perennially on the road, and each time i travel ive always loved the scene between cross state lines. its idiosyncratically green enough, see the grass is not always greener on the other side of the planet isnt it? do you know that majority of the girls in malaysia wouldnt even spend their money getting a handbag priced over one grand? and people usually thought that theyve grown enough to differentiate between mng and LV, but they just didnt know that this guy over here have gone in and out the sphere of vanity, too many times over before u even know what money is, and now i dont need accolades to remind me of who am i. you are living a high life, thats why you never know.

isnt it that the more you dwell into the academic shits the more stupid youll be. one example would be recently ive heard from a friend whos taking architecture course and he said its all cement within a pillar and no steel being used as reinforcement. hes an architecture student, if its without steel basing what would happen the second the pile driver hammer onto the pure cement stick? noob shit.

i want nothing, seriously, nothing, just a room enough to occupied myself and the guitar, and a book, thats all i need, im feeling much comfortable nowdays being at places where noone knows me.

recent book list:

Mario Puzo - The Godfather
Nikki Sixx & Ian Gittins - The Heroin Diaries.
Terry Pratchett - Thud!

she had tried to borrow me some mitch albom, but too bad im just not in tune to read those, if i read i wont feel synchronized and there wont be any alignments, but im glad at her willingness to help me get through stuffs and think better on the positive way, although through a book, but im better to stick with the heroin diaries.