Dodgy grass

So as I sit here after a "thank god its an off day" day, I am reminded that it is the father's day weekend. Or is it actually father's day (I am not too sure). While my parents is out having perhaps a father's day dinner out with my sis whose just gone into uni, I am sitting here trying to indulge myself before tomorrow's impending sorrows. (I am quite the optimist as I've been told).

Now before you go "you're not out with your dad on father's day?", know that I did have this mutual day out yesterday as a father-son bonding of sorts by smashing with anger at tiny white spherical entities. Where we did such activities is what I actually wanted to point out. We went to a golf course that got me started in the first place.

Have you been to a place that when you were little you thought the world off but now you just solely think its crap. Like how when you were little you felt that the playground you went to was huge but when you grew older you can see that its freakishly tiny and lame? Well that golf course took me to those fantastic little notion. Perhaps because of its lack of maintenance or perhaps I was mostly high during that time, but whatever it was, its RM50 wasted. Ha ha. We were actually looking forward to going there because of the rate it offered, but by perhaps the 10th hole I said to my dad, "for this lot RM50 is bloody expensive". (Yes, in that snobbish British accent). I could say that because I wasn't paying for the game. If I was, I would not have been there.

I know this story seems to just point out that I'm a dick, but, I can't complaint cause I think that too. Ha ha.

A pinch of nostradamus

I just wonder whether (if any) the direction of this particular blog is what I would have imagined it to be. I guess you can never really know. Its just that there is a sense of a shift in not only the writing style (doubtful) but also the tone that it has portrayed. Of course I would love to write more, but a lot have taken place that makes it a bit difficult. This post is somehow just an excuse for myself to myself really. I am hoping that I can finally click publish to some of my post without thinking too much, but in the near future I might also be doing a bit of a fairly new ground of writing for myself which will involve a bit more pictures which probably my old self (and a large portion of my current self) loathe. Lets keep it going then.

Bio paper 3

Dunia kelihatan Biru jika, dan hanya jika, engkau lihat dunia ini Biru.


Dunia kelihatan Merah jika, dan hanya jika, engkau lihat dunia ini Merah.


Dunia kelihatan Hijau jika, dan hanya jika, engkau lihat dunia ini Hijau.


Penglihatan manusia berbagai. Hipotesis-hipotesis ini kebarangkalian subjektif. Seseorang itu boleh menggunakan hipotesis-hipotesis ini untuk diuji atau menggunakannya untuk menguji.


Perbezaannya adalah engkau dan aku.

Rainy season

If ever normality was in the picture.

 Wallpaper anybody?

 What was at first an impromptu shot became a terrible impression of Morrissey. Ha ha.

Dirty Pop

Maybe change is a bit too much for awhile. Perhaps. It kinda occurred to me while watching Justin Beiber's Never Say Never movie on HBO. Yes. Justin Beiber's movie. The obvious misconception is that I am all "indie" and listen to mostly unheard of songs, but this does not mean I like Justin in any way (or how a 5 year old in the late 90's would say "na'ah"). I am really not sure why I needed to state any of those things but I guess when I watched the movie I realized that there is some sort of revival coming back.

I know that the view is everything is cyclical. What goes around comes around they say. Even though I don't like Justin's music (this is prejudice due to the fact that I don't listen to it at all) I think I understand the significance of him in the music world. The fanaticism that comes with him is our generation's Beatlemania or if your the "i go for local", KRUmania. Ha ha. I remember buying an N'SYNC album after giving away the first one (can't seem to remember why in the first place).

The revival of pop has made for reactions by the Asian contingent through the K-pop wave. This then made for the British dips in the pool of pop. This is all my theory but it makes for a good excuse for the movie doesn't it? Like it or not, what pop brings to the table is a sense of youthfulness and optimism. Most popular pop songs are about the optimism in life. Yes pop has seen changes in terms of its sound but pop is still pop. We do need a little bit of sugary sweet once in awhile I guess. Now I know there's still some issues about the resemblance I am making with Beatlemania and what Justin is doing now, but if you look back Beatlemania started at the very beginning of their careers where they were mostly singing pop songs and had a strict look they needed to portray. I guess it has always been like that as it was with the King of Pop when he starred in the Jacksons.

As always I have no idea whatsoever as to why I am typing all this but I think it will make sense someday in hindsight.

The Big Bang

With a new view (hopefully), I am starting a fresh this year. After what transpired within the course of 2 years I think its best I consider an overhaul. This came after a talk with a beauty expert while my friend was having his facial. Although the expert was talking more about an overhaul of the hair structure, I kinda took it to a new holistic level.

I guess I have started the first phase without it being an official starting point. I'm looking forward to whats coming up in the future.

Four

I think moving forward is always key in anything you do. Of course I have always been a person who champions nostalgia but change is what is needed. Perhaps its not just my choice in changing of lifestyle, most notably now, my eating habits. Lets just hope I have found some inspiration that will bring forth this new view on life. An added note would be that this blog will become more open in terms of privacy but of course I will always have my limits. So upgrade your internet connections as pictures are coming. Ha ha ha.