up on the wall, is beck...

...doing a peck!

Here's an artsified close-up of the thing breathing life from the living room's wall. 'Twas put up today by housemate Stephen.

"Less haste more Alpen..." said the guard,
As I whacked the window hard.

My bag was left on the train,
Never to be seen again.

"...'tis the fool who always rushes,
Take some time and save those blushes."

Now I've time for finer things,
Like all the pleasure Alpen brings.

No more flustering mistakes,
Just golden, crispy, wheaty flakes...

...and oats that give me a great start,
They help promote a healthy heart.

Delicious raisins so sublime,
Sweet and juicy every time.

And all those yummy roasted nuts,
Are good for me, no ifs or buts.

So how could anyone be hasty?
With something so completely hasty?

What a lovely way to start the day... there I go rhyming, after an Alpen climbing. Well, if you all must know, I just spent €5.84 (EUR5.84 to you folks if that symbol renders incorrectly) on a 1.5kg packet of Alpen. That's quite a lot of money for something packed like dog-food. But trust myself, Alpen was delicious in Malaysia and almost as expensive too. Of course things in Ireland tend to more expensive, Dublin being the self-proclaimed runner-up in the highest-priced place in Europe.

Well, take a look at my Alpen:

Just Me and my Alpen...

...strolling down the Avenue...

...taking a look at the bill I've got...

...oh what a shock for the lot!

Why do people make promises they know they can't live up to? In the business world it's to cheat. To make a one off sale. But how many times do I have to be let down before I decide on breaking that single most important promise? Fuck.

All that's been a cursory examination of my current situation.

Anyway,

Sunday, August 15th

Celebrated my grandma's birthday. Small affair. Didn't even know it was her birthday. Don't think it even falls on Aug the 15th. I'm not apathetic. Just not a very birthday bash sort of person. More for small intimate styled events. Ba-ba-ba-bum.

After that, I spent the rest of the day in Prangin Mall scouting around for a suitable phone for myself besides getting a good bargain for Lyn's phone. Squeezed those poor buggers till they made a profit of only RM10.00 off the sleek black Nokia 6260 Lyn bought.

Well, with so much time to waste, since I'm not getting what was advertised, what the fuck do I care? Time just flies by. Might as well spend it honing my bargaining skills instead of being let down all the fucking time.

I suddenly realise that I've been helping the other get herself in order to the total neglect of myself. Here's a list of things I have yet to do (incomplete of course, like everything else):

1. get myself a h/phone before the Moto RAZR V8 is released

2. find out the PMC semester length

3. (so that I can) book the flight tickets

4. buy a notebook/laptop/desktop-replacement laptop

5. copy my data over from my PC

6. pack for my trip to PMC

7. learn how to cook a proper Chinese meal instead of concocting western dishes without a recipe

8. make myself happy once there (PMC)

Oh, ya I should spend more of my time with people who'd appreciate it more, i.e. my bros, parents, some dumb blonde. Do correct me if I'm wrong, eh?

Right now, though, I'll be spending my time with Lyn. Here's a tongue-in-cheek visual of what I had to go through to get her to wear the sleeveless Nike Golf Dri-Fit top to Van's party on Sat night,

Van's Farewell Party

"What a swell party this is/ What drinks on rocks/ What girls, what broads!"

A liberally rehashed verse from "Well Did You Evah?" that takes my hat off to Van for a splendid party. Perhaps I'm a bit drunk as I write this so nothing makes sense; but then again nothing I write makes sense to anyone, not even myself. Do take note that I had a coupla' of drinks at Van's. Oh, but they were cocktails, so no worries about me downing stiff shots of vodkas.

Damn! Just realised I don't have pics of the prezzie(s) Lyn and I gave Van. Suffice to say, it was very, very, very LyNick'd.

Everyone seems to be reminding me that I'll be leaving Malaysia soon. That in itself rattles Lyn. Hmm, I must say that I haven't prepared for my trip yet. Haven't bought the plane tix nor have I banged three broads at one go yet...

Is it a good thing that I am leaving so soon? I mean I haven't really settled down in this r'ship with Lyn though everyone seems to think we're so domesticated already. Yeah, even Michelle, a friend of Van's said we didn't look like we were together (ahem! as though we'd snuggle and snog in front of Van's parents). I guess that's what happens to husbands and wives. Bloody lack of libido in some people, right matey?

Oh, there was a show of extreme taat setia ("loyalty", to all youse non-Malay speakers) that even a King would envy from Nat Lau Tan towards her bf in Aust. How sweet it is to be...

...with Lyn on a 6-mth hol. If only her parents would let her take a hol with me in Ireland while she waits for her entry into Manipal. Van thinks it is a swell idea. Swollen headed me (down under) and my better half are toying with the idea. Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. I am reminded that some people always let me down after making my hopes rise tsunamically. Double crud!

==>.Menghitung Hari <==

A song I should have dedicated to Lyn -- --- --------. The lyrics are meaningful, albeit idealistically so, but as usual the melody would bore the heck out of anybody nowadays. Sigh.

Only Forever
Bing Crosby
(Monaco, Burke)
20 wks at #1 in 1940

Do I want to be with you,
As the years come and go?
Only forever,
If you care to know.

Would I grant all your wishes,
And be proud of the task?
Only forever,
If someone should ask.

How long would it take me
To be near if you beckon?
Off hand I would figure,
Less than a second.

Do you think I'll remember,
How you looked when you smile?
Only forever,
That's puttin' it mild.