Days of Delirium

I got a BlackBerry! A BlackBerry Curve 8300! The day was May 26, 2008 which was Tuesday when I welcomed another member in my family - BoyBoy (the name I gave to the BlackBerry). BoyBoy joined alongside Hayden (my mechanical pencil) and Hayden Jr. (my 4Gb thumbdrive). Haa..what a beautiful day, it was! Unexpectedly! The reason BoyBoy was bought was beacuse my long-time companion, Motorola A780 was ailing and no shop was willing to accept it for repair, due to its hard-to-find spareparts. Well, that was the thing when you lived in a country that only called 'Nokias' and 'Sony Ericssons' as cell phones. Anyhow, I'm so far beyond delighted for BoyBoy's presence because a BlackBerry is the ultimate gadget that I was so eager to get, from all the sparks and hoo-haas it made across the globe, and on Gossip Girl. I'm contented, blessed, thankful and couldn't think of other things that I wanted to have, as much as I wanted a BlackBerry. I'm done on this part ...

"Spotted, K piously sitting in front of his laptop downloading episode after of Gossip Girl. You know you love me, XOXO" God, I can never have enough of this! At least until now! I am shamelessly a GG addict and I have no plan of recovering from it. This show is totally awesome! I never thought I would be driven by this show although I've read about it on PerezHilton and my friends told me about their fondness for Blair or Serena or even the delicious yum-yum Nathaniel (Thanks Farra & Fa !). For the start, who wouldn't be intrigue by the lives of the rich and famous in the Upper East Side of Manhattan? Their lives are full of drama, cat-fights, high-profile parents, struggles to be the ultimate talk of the town and to make things even better, they are all high school students (a private high school, mind you). Everyone knows each other and want to get a piece of who's whereabouts dish and their ultimate source is none other than the anonymous blogger of the Up...

As true as the saying goes, it's easier said than done. Pin-point this and that. Talk about so and so. The same things resonates day after day, year after year. Above all of the things that you asked me, let me hand you just a question - would I wanted to hand over my life just to be destroyed if I knew what was becoming of me? You told me how I had changed. Yes, from that small town boy to this (I quote) "unknown man". Yes, you told me you prefer me way back then than what I am right now, plus all of the issues and diseases I carry around with me. But how come you didn't say it to me when I was still a "good boy"? Why didn't you hinder me from all the negativity if you truly care about me? To top it off, there has been only you in my life since nearly 6 years ago. So, what's stopping you? If I could see it coming, I wouldn't need any of your help, dear. I would be glad to vanquish all of the elements before it creeps up my back. But I didn't...

To set the record straight, I was never a fan of briyani rice, bukhari rice or any other siblings the two have. Never. I found briyani as 'weird' and even if I attempted to eat it, the many spices and other ingredients thrown in are rather distracting they just turned me off. Thus, I have given up hope on briyani...until this one came along. This is the new breed/generation of briyani! And with less distracting ingredients and simpler rice! It tastes good as well! The interior facade of the restaurant from front The other specialty of the restaurant - sirap bandung. All of them ordered this except me, sticking strong to my nescafe ais. Hehe This is my mom's plate en route to her journey of fulfilling her stomach's briyani quest My sister, her husband and the sleeping brat also known as Aisy Mommy and daddy dearest Well,this one is in SS18, Subang Jaya with a big red signboard that reads "JM BARYANI HOUSE". You deserve a spank on the forehead if you ever missed...

I was unpacking the stuff that I brought home from my hostel and while I was unloading my luggage and stuffing all of the clothes into my closet, I came across a piece of worn-out black cloth, which was proudly hung amongst all other spanking-new shirts and tees. It turned out, the 'piece of cloth' wasn't just any piece of cloth. It was an old Armani Exchange t-shirt given by my special one way back in 2002. Almost 6 years has passed by and how I've grown up with this tee. Countless times I've put on this tee proudly including on one occasion in Central Market where my sugar and I wore matching black A|X tshirts, minus the different design. I even wore it to a singing contest back in my secondary school days! (I sang 'Fallin'' complete with a female Form Six student as my prop. How classy was that?) What really made it special wasn't really the label nor the price. It was the first present given by my sugar to me, a sloppy, nerdy-looking kampung boy ...

9 Crimes by Damien Rice It's such a beautiful song about the not-so-beautiful side of life. From my understanding of the song, the persona is caught up between the guilt of having an affair with another woman and the idiosyncrasy fondness which he felt for her, that led him committed such act. He somehow knew that what he was doing was wrong but it was just something that he had to do. Sounds familiar? However, in the end, after he fought against the ironies (in the chorus), he admitted that everything was not supposed to be as what it turned out. Leave me out with the waste This is not what I do It's the wrong kind of place To be thinking of you It's the wrong time For somebody new It's a small crime And I got no excuse And is that alright? Yeah Give my gun away when it's loaded That alright? Yeah If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it? That alright? Yeah Give my gun away when it's loaded That alright? Yeah, with you? Leave me out with the was...