Reading: Zilch. Nada. Nil.

Listening: Rammstein - Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen

Webplugging: Gizmodo

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Read the lyrics to this song, and u'll understand why I put it here on the eve of my birthday.

*BTW, my wishlist for my birthday still open.* ;-P

Goldfinger - Superman

So here I am
doing everything I can
holding on to what I am
pretending I'm a superman
I'm trying to keep
the ground on my feet
it seems the world's
falling down around me
the nights are all long
I'm singing this song
to try and make the answers
more than maybe

and I'm so confused
about what to do
sometimes I want
to throw it all away

so here I am
growing older all the time
looking older all the time
feeling younger in my mind

I'm trying to sleep
I lost count of the sheep
my mind is racing faster
every minute
what could I do more
yeah I'm really not sure
I know I'm running circles
but I can't quit

and I'm so confused
about what to do
sometimes I want to
throw it all away
controlling everything in site

I'm feeling weak
I don't feel right
you're telling me
I have to change
telling me to act my age
but if all that I can do
is just sit and watch time go
then I'll have to say good bye
life's too short to watch it fly
watch it fly

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On the eve on my birthday i wanna say thanks to God for everything, my family for without you I won't be here, Mak, Ayah, and Ain. To my girlfriend L, love u so much, my light at the end of the tunnel (and sometimes the speeding train in the tunnel during PMS, but that's understandable) Muahs, all my friends that always makes my day no matter what, Diaryland for making this blog possible, the internet for making me sweat at nite expecting all kind of virus while I downloaded songs using Kazaa, to the creator of BitTorrent for having a better alternatives to Kazaa, making it easier to download anime, songs and other things *wink* those kancils and proton saga drivers with their buluh betong ekzos pipe and all the mat rempits that always try to cut in the worst possible manners, for without you guys there's nobody for me to swear to.

Not forgetting all the makciks, pakciks and ah sohs who always left their shopping trolleys in the middle of a packed supermarket and acted all angry when I try to move it away, you guys suck no matter what kind of car you drive in, you backwater hicks. Citibank for getting all ALONG with me lately, the weather for getting kinda hot lately, but I forgive you coz you only do what God intended for you to do, to Streamyx for sucking up lately and keep making me disconnected for no apparent reason (can't I download pRon in peace?) and lastly to you guys for reading this and losing minutes of your life just to read my ramblings. Peace.

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A Midnite Musing

I can't rest,
I cannot sleep,
I've been thinking way too deep,

Trying to catch my breath
but the air is thick

I feel nauseous.
My breathing is short,
My breathing is weak,
Again and again,
I'm thinking deep,

What's on my mind,
Was it hip?
To tell these people,
That my thinking is deep?

13th May 2004