this is that fresh feeling

Labels: malaysia, nbs, redang, travel, vacation

Labels: poker

wmp: ride (tiesto Remix), cary brothers

we can parallel our lives, at some point of time, to almost anything. it can be the lyrics to a song. an episode of your favorite comedy drama. or a romance film even. where i am now, it feels like a round of texas hold'em poker, where the two fresh hole cards are just dealt and some shithead bets and raises to an amount that is just hard to follow. do you take that chance to see what hand the three window cards will bring? or do you fold and possibly regret(for the rest of your life)? nobody knows, really. but we play on anyway. its true. we can be on a collision course and not know it. at all...

Labels: life

it was some three weeks ago. i sat there alone, facing the traffic even though i wasn't quite paying attention to the fleeting vehicles, and for a full hour, even though i probably could finish the largest cup of green tea i paid for in five minutes. i sat there, mulling over things, a part of me being a little hopeful even, but mostly wondering why, and what the future beholds from there on. i never quite stopped because you've almost always been at the back of my mind...

"Life isn't measured in minutes, but in moments"
- the curious case of benjamin button

my brother and i covered some good ground. we ran into the dark, over a fence, over a gate, and then it turned into a long but reposeful walk back to the fitness corner not too far away from home. we had some challenge of pull ups and press ups. it was good company.

Labels: run

i didn't see myself going for the camp initially but at the very last minute something just spurred me to text walter. there were the usual field games which were a disgust but once we stopped being bothered by the smell of raw eggs and dark sauce all over us, it turned into something else. t'was the walk in the sewers with just two sticks of candles carrying the flickering lights. t'was the day at the beach. and of course, t'was fright night at old hendon camp. i got to know some people i never quite knew well enough and catch up with some old buddies. throughout i saw a vivid reflection which reminded me of a distant self. while walking around the campus at night chatting to a good friend, i reaffirmed my philosophy of making the best of every moment. or at least try, right? hell yeah.

so far so good
04 jul - 16k run with biathlon team
05 jul - toy carnival at sam
08 jul - course registration
08 ~ 11 jul - (tentative)
19 jul - and's b'day
20 ~ 24 jul - foc

Labels: nbs

i remember watching the 'ghost' video at my uncles place when i was a kid doing primary school. its was on a plasma tv and t'was a home theater system and i was pretty much blown away by the choreography. i remember watching him moonwalk for the first time on a music video on channel five and my mum was nagging me to go to sleep but i just couldn't switch it off. i remember his really cool entrance from 'history'. 'black or white' was my favourite one. maybe he left so much of a impression when i was a kid because he was really something. he was an idol to millions. an icon. a revolution.

this morning i read an article and i felt really sorry and tragic about the whole thing. hes rich, famous, and was probably the best at what he does but still things had to take such a turn for the worst. it made me rethink life. maybe everyone close to him were around for the sole purpose of making a quick buck for themselves. not having people around at all to sincerely care and look out for you, that is a scary thought.

we will all remember him differently and i'm sure even now that he's gone, just like elvis, his greatness will somehow live on.