Sunday 10.45pm

so its really the Jazz huh?

hahaha...

all there is about

woke up this morning feeling excited. why? coz its sunday!!

after forcing myself out of bed, I wondered around every corner of my flat, buggin my very-busy-with-assignment flatties. after more then an hour. I found that I have exactly Nothing to do. then why was I so excited this morning? why did I look forward to this day when every monday came?

it's Jazz man. it is all there is about.

such a jerk..

people wont wanna know what time you finish work or talk about "what have you been up to?" in a disco! they demand more interesting topics such as ... what?! I dont even know what they want.

Yoda:"hm... jerk, you had been, yesterday night."
me:"sorry I am truly, master Yoda, the force was not with me."

I like... *updated*

I like a full-spreaded toast. I like each corner of the toast equally spreaded with butter, nutella or some other crap.

I like to scoop a tea spoon full of sugar and only drop half in my coffee, while the other half on the saucer, even though I know I only want half a tea spoon.

I like to drop the sugar at the side of the cup to not ruin the coffee foam. (thanks to AK.. haha)

I like to walk alone on the street with my head phones on, pretending not a single soul in this town knows me.

I like coffee, so much I couldnt live without it. but the fact is, just merely a year ago, I hated coffee like the devil.

I like to play the guitar, but can get really frustrated sometime when I failed to play what I want to play.

I like to have a few different groups of friends, so that when I fucked up in one, I can run away to another.

I like... well, I often expect a lot from people around, though I know I shouldn't have, and that they are not obligated to fulfull the expectation.

I like to hate myself sometimes. for every thing I am, and everything that I am yet to become.

I like Jazz, or more, I LOVE Jazz. its my life.

I learned more about myself today. some part ugly, some part not, but they are all me. me me and me.

Single-bastards

I kept getting the wrong feed back about the Canadian and the American. I mean, the incidents and people were real, but the passion, wasnt. was it?

It was being wrote to jot down my encounterment with a girl, the american, as a passerby, and of course, who eventually left my life. Adding in a bit of my imagination, and a bit of writting urge. where else the canadian, was completely unexpected.

that was some imagination huh? well, I guess us, single-bastards have a better idea of how it feels to admire and be admired (without being manipulated by any side). after being single for almost 2 years now, I kinda proved that aye?

候鸟, 五月天

听了他们的歌那么久, 从来没真正去想想他们在唱些什么. 呵呵...


"冰箱上有字条, 桌上有菜
电锅里面有饭, 没有人在
电话里的独白, 还在等待
一个人的表情, 怎么安排."

...


"包厢里的狂欢, 曲终人散
长夜里的空白, 消化不完
灵魂总是要贪, 片刻灿烂
那双唇的孤单, 变得野蛮
那陌生的阳光, 照在床单
昨夜发生的事, 不想再猜
而枕边的人啊, 一直在换
每一次都以为, 到了终站 "

Coffee?

"do you want a coffe? I've just learnt how to make them, I thought now that your coffee girl is not around, you'd need a substitute?"

this time, she's a Canadian.

life ISSS about goodbyes, a bottle of Monteith's, and a cup of coffee huh?

Beach, sun and the bach

I'm just glad everyone enjoyed it.

Fourth chapter

the final chapter.

I couldnt be bother to look at what she wore anymore. shes got an attarctive feature, small pink lips, medium nose, she's even got a small kite shape diamond ear rings hanging on her ears. but the lime light was on her eyes -- her ocean-clear blue eyes. I noticed it when she asked:

" where actually ARE you from?".
"I'm from Malaysia"
"oh... I see..."
"ever been there?"
"neh..."

and thats about everything she'd ever learned about me.

the first few coffees she ever made me, it was abit tasteless, a coffee made out of obligation.
the second last coffee she made me was one of the best coffee I'd ever had.
the last coffee she made me today, was bitter. was it the coffee? or was it me?

she said good bye at 10.30pm. I didn't (couldn't?) say anything more than that too. if I were to go back in time, I miiiiight have said more. stupid me.

again, life goes on. its all about goodbyes... and a bottle of Monteth's black aye?

Adidas Metro Attitude

Yes, I did it. I swiped my National Bank card and bought it today, this afternoon, to reward myself for... whatever reason. I deserve it. for the price of the shoe, it even comes with a name, Adidas Metro Attitude.

cool huh? just dont ask me the price.

Randoms..

Things are worst than I thought huh?

yeah it is, mate.

Third Chapter

she wore a normal black T. black 2/3 pants. with the same marble balls necklace and a black apron. cept today, she's got a pair of casual-round headed-silver-sparkling shoes on. as if an innocent star standing out alone in the deep dark sky.

she made me another one of those flatwhite she proundly claim the best. Today, us holding each a cup of flatwhite after work, we talked for the first time ever. I took a sip of my coffee, it was still a bit bitter. Learned that she is 19, currently travelling around New Zealand. after NZ, she will return to the states for college, studying psychology (AK?). and that... she is leaving this thursday. I took another sip of my coffee. its sweeter this time, with the half tea spoon sugar I scooped in earlier completely dissolved.

I asked her if she is working on wednesday after I down the last cubic of coffee in my cup. delighted that I will see her at least once more, I said goodbye and thank her for the coffee.

I walked home with a smile, yet some where in the curve of my lips, there was the presence of sadness.

Joy "vs" or "&" suffering

"Joy and suffering are as one. why? is it because when you found the former, the latter will follow?"

Split second observation

it was the same Levi's jeans. but this time, black silky-sleeveless top, with a chinese style colar. add on a string of black marble balls hanging on her delicate neck. her hair? speechlessly fabulous.

just as I thought it would all end in a glance, she stopped and said to me: "coffee?". the same smile attached to the edge of her lips. mine too.

Did I?

Did I not let my smile sneak out and play around the edge of my lips when she pass me by?
Did I not felt contented when she did the same?
Did I not panic when she spoke to me in her american slange?
Did I not felt happy when she said "you're awesome!!"?
Did I not felt dissapointed whenever she is not working?

Whats hot?

tight Levi's Jeans. black singlet with lace shoulder strap. blondy hair messily, yet gorgeously tied up.

now thats hot.

Just another day

I guess everything happened on a 'just like any other' day huh? the tsunami, September 11th attack, when Newton found out the existence of gravity, when I broke my thumb...

well, today is one of those 'just like any other (work)day - and then something happened' day.

I had a flippin shitty day at work. spilling over a bucket of moping water was not the worst thing that happened when my chef is in a bad mood. spilling over 8 litre of oil in the store room was. seriously, seriously... it was pretty messed up.

there was about half an inch of oil racing across the surface of the store room. oil flood, literally. (callum, I guess you would say "wowses... ... awesome.").

ah well... shit happens. at least I got a bottle of free beer after work.