Days of Delirium

During this long weekend of Merdeka, I finally got a chance to tidy up my study-cum-closet room. Being a well-known neat freak, I thought everything should be in its correct place and the loves of my life - my shoes - should deserve their special place. Off my hommie and I went to Ikea in search for the most suitable shelf to make this minor room transformation a success. Initially, we decided to go for the Kilby bookshelf (as normal shoe rack couldn't accommodate all of my sneakers) which cost RM149. Then, we decided to go for this Laiva bookshelves instead (the tall one in the picture) which cost RM75 each. We bought two of this and connect both with Laiva connecting shelf (RM20). In between the two, we put Laiva table (RM40). Tadaa, the early shot. Many sneakers are still left un-boxed yet. Oh, that's Mr Aboy inspecting the red cube box. It took us only an hour and a half to put everything together and I sure am proud of its result, though this room (and the rest of the hous...

On the 19th day of fasting, I went for shoe hunting. It was Friday and the cloudy weather throughout the day whispered, "You ought to get new kicks." Okay, I made up the whispering part. Anyway, it has been ages since I got myself a brand new sneakers and again, I'm using the Raya excuse to pamper myself. After a few rounds of browsing around the city, I settled with this one pair from Nike. Since my fascination with high-cut sneakers has yet to fade, I was happy with my choice. This one pair might seem white but it is actually not. It's in soft grey (although the photo couldn't the justice) with dotted leather finishing. The original pair from the store comes with white school-boy shoe laces but I paired it with grey ones I got from Nike Dunk Hi DJ AM. Credit to Mr Ayi for suggesting me to switch those laces. The grey laces match the line above its sole, co-incidentally. So, this is my.... (I lost count of my shoes) pair. Since I don't prepare anything for th...

My book-reading libido has been quite high of late. Right after I finished Eat,Pray, Love I picked up Mitch Albom's latest book, Have a Little Faith and finished it within two days. Seemed like recent trip back to my hometown was a fruitful one as I managed to finish two books in a span of four days. All thanks to the gadget-deficient luggage - no laptop, no PSP (actually I brought it back but had forgotten to pack along the charger. Pfft). Only my phone and iPod to keep me entertained on the bus - I can't read books while being in motion. Have got used to Mr Albom's way of writing from three of his previous books (The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Tuesdays with Morrie and For One More Day), I must say it was a pretty, err, boring read for me as I expected more from this book which took eight years to be completed. Somehow I felt rather 'cheated'. As if his publisher was trying to milk out as much profit as possible by printing his name on the cover and selling i...

I had written a completely different draft for this entry but it didn't sound like what I really feel about the book. So I scrapped it all and replaced it with this one instead. If there's anything extraordinary about this book which enables it to sell more than 6 million copies worldwide, I would say none. The storyline is simple - about a woman's quest for joy, spiritual healing and balance of both - just how many times have we heard or read about it. But there lies a true simplicity in the storytelling for each page which allows you to connect with the whole real-life experience faced by the author, Elizabeth Gilbert, while she was in Italy, India and Bali, Indonesia seeking the three things mentioned earlier. Her pursuit for spiritual, especially, was written from a novice's point of view, sparing all the scientific and entangling terms which may turn this book into a 'Spiritual-101 Guide. Thankfully she writes as if she's right there in front of you over a ...

There comes a time in your life when you really paused, realized everything has changed and how grown up you have become. Three years passed by so swiftly and my friends have graduated successfully (and stylishly) last August 4 in Dewan Tunku Canselor, Universiti Malaya. As what I've learned last year during my bestie, Ann Jie's graduation, convocation only means one word: HOT. Not hot as in fabulous. I really mean 'hot'! Lots of walking, phone-calls under the scorching sun and wandering around looking for your friends amongst thousands of people and crawling traffic. I didn't feel fun at all especially with sweat running down my 500 bucks Fred Perry Laurel. But all the un-fun parts was squashed away the moment I saw my friends. Oh, how it was so 2007 all the sudden again. Frankly, there's something about convocation that makes me emotional. Seeing my friends all with their robes, beret (is it called beret?), six-inch heels (Sakina) and bouquets made me so proud...

My PC (a.k.a Muchacho) desktop wallpaper has been adorned with nothing but images of the shoes that I wanted. There was the winged Jeremy Scott (got it!), the Stephen Sprouse's Louis Vuitton, the Givenchy studded gladiator sandals and many others. But from today onwards, I've reserved my wallpaper for this one game I've been waiting for oh-so-long. Blizzard, stop teasing me and just release that God damn Diablo 3 now, alright?! It's predecessor Diablo 2 has got to be my all-time favorite PC game. Tomb Raider, Prince of Persia, Age of Empires, Counter Strike, Star Craft, Red Alert - you can all suck it because Diablo is the bomb. I spend more than 10 hours a day playing that game back in my school days, until the CD exploded into pieces while still running in the CPU. Yeah, it was that bad. Bring up the word 'Diablo' to my family and not a single one wouldn't remember that. But, mind you, I still scored straight As during my PMR. Ehem, ehem. I was already exc...

August 1 is my parents' anniversary. As of this year, they have been married for thirty-fucking-seven years and I have no idea how they remained together for that long. They tied the knot when they were both nineteen years old. Again, I have no clue how people could remain being married for such a long time or for that matter, to be married at the first place. I see no imminent prospect of me jumping on that marriage bandwagon in this near future. Unless, on one fateful day, God point out to me and say 'Thou shalt get married'. That one, I can't contest. I've expressed my lack of intention for marriage to my mom on several occasions but she never seemed to get it. I'm happy for anyone who chose the married life than the single life but I never seemed to fully grasp the very significance of it just yet. I'm not one of those people who see marriage as the final path for the ultimate happiness in life. Screw that. If I want to be happy, I'll be happy - not ...